is this?

Fragments of text conversations alone on a late night train, heading for work in the morning:

Is this what our lives have become, that we conserve our energies, for what, to work harder?

Hold hands across space and time, where once our bodies stood in line

Go live your dreams, and I mine too. To learn, to not stop frozen, to turn once more with the wheel of life: steady progress, stately strength again.

Let's start small, let's learn to breath, to walk firmly with mind winging free, soaring in the sunlight, raw, alive and all there.