How is it possible that I’ve seen you all of my life and yet I know nothing about you?
I don’t know where you live, I don’t know where you travel to.
Where did you come from?
I know you were made from the hand of God but that is not enough for me.
It should be.
I would like to try to follow you but I know that isn’t possible.
I must ask you, how high will you fly?
Is it possible if I do follow you will leave me behind?
Can we fly together?
And if we do fly together and I want to fly higher but you do not, will you remember me?
Can we use each other’s windspeed together for more speed?
Can we work together?
I prefer to follow but I can try to lead. But you must know where all the beautiful sites are.
Doesn’t it make sense for you to lead?
I have decided I do want to see what you see. I do want to see from the highest mountain and the lowest valley.
Will you be my guide . . . and will you make sure I do not fall? 
