There are times we think of memories,
Trying to recall what once was, as for what could be,
Do we take notice of our inner selves, 
but instead we look at each other in a glimpse,
Is there a way to take time in our lives to look into a mirror, 
and try not to forget what we look like,
For are we only to be human when the mood suits us,
Is it possible to not be afraid to love and be in love with someone,
Does the clouds in the skies above 
make it known to us about the setting or tone of the day,
Can we lay together in peace 
and harmonize our thoughts about the past versions of true ancestry,
Maybe I was just looking from a glimpse.
Behind every good man is a great woman, 
Is it possible that we as men can live in a woman`s heart, 
die in her eyes, and cry in her lap, only to sleep in her existence,
But when all is said and done,
And we awoke that one day,
We still look at one another from a glimpse.