And Why is the World Not Dancing?

Maybe if I slept on this drum they would understand why my heart beats.

I don't speak enough languages to be completely true to you...yet. How can I when the world around me is filled with people like myself? Unable to translate the methods with which we build these towers of self; sifting through the scraps of discarded treasures, ripping and gluing and shaping in a way that might make sense to us... Not to make sense in the sense that we want to be seen, rather Need to be heard, felt, loved, Alive. How will I ever understand you? The difference though, the difference is that we try.

We tramp through our lives, intersecting, dividing and paralleling the paths of would-be strangers, would-be partners and friends. But the energy exchanged is something irreversible. And we do all of this because we have to. We do it because it keeps us alive. These interactions, these small steps toward uplifting ourselves and each other, they fill our souls. They provide our hearts with the sustenance that will carry our spirits to the next level. So why is it so hard for us to exist as one? Why do we fight to keep things to ourselves when we are all moving to the same beat, the same drum? Why, why is the world not dancing...together?