here I sit, with my legs spread wide
and with my elbows resting on my knees

a philosophic position, if you ask me.

there you sit,
in you own personal way
wondering how many people before you have
given birth to the same thought
how many hours of contemplation without an answer
how many centuries
how many poetic lines have filled an uncountable sum of sheets of paper
and not even that question will you or I find an answer to.

but would it matter?

here I am, at the bottom of the ocean
there you are, floating in the sky


see you in the horizon.