Telling stories.

I am drawn to the past,
To the stories they tell.
I sit and pause,
In their lives a spell.
Wonder their feelings,
Wonder their heart,
Though we're so many,
A year apart.
Feeling a piece,
Of a bigger view.
It isn't just me.
It isn't just you.
My role is as simple,
As being a link.
So on hard days,
I can sit and take a drink,
Of life, my life,
And what it means.
Without feeling like,
I lost my dreams.