In these lives that pass us by we shroud ourselves in smoke costumed roles like kings and fools god the jester, us the joke maybe once in a while, we realize we look and truly see all these lives but tales we told lives live, but a dream within a dream I cannot break (from it), but tell the path what I was, what I am and will be each these turnings from form to form like drops of rain in an unwritten sea what names unknown uncharted, horizons we to sail the tinkers and the tailors the soldiers and the sailors the authors of our unwritten tale