In another lifetime, can I get to choose you, can we get to have each other, can we choose were we want to be?

In another lifetime, can we get to have peace, to rest easy, to put our feet up and love freely? Can we?

In another lifetime, is there hope for interaction without intermission, without bumping, without choking one's means of consumption? Is there a place we get to run recklessly wtihout noise being the determinant of our voices, our uproar, our freedom?

In another lifetime, woudl there be room for us to mingle in our seperate beliefs, customs, and tradition without persuasion or compulsion to those who have remained ignorant of moment's passage?

In another time, can we get to take sides, choose our places, and the dreams we want to fruition?

Then I can choose you, and you may have to choose me...and in that time, can I get to keep you, without fear that time, or age, or unfortunate circumstance of death would come to claim you from me, and with the reassurance that wherever you get to go, I go also, and where you end up...I shall be, in that same time.

Though now, we dwell in another.