I’m a Carolina baby
who grew up in Oklahoma
Split my OK time in three
Tulsa/Norman/OKC.
School called me to Alabama
Interlude in Austin, Texas
Next step: to another place
NC/Zona/Michy State
I still feel a little homeless
Cheering Oklahoma’s finest
when half my stuff is near the Hawks
and the other half is near the Spurs
Geography for me is pointless
One place cannot hold my heart in
Looking for another rambler
We can share no home together.

I don’t think of my days.
I do them, I count them,
I look forward and behind them.
But I never see my days as days.

There were 8 hours of this day before I woke up
And things happened to people all over the world.
I share this time with everyone:
everyone is living this moment now, together,
no matter what they’re doing.

If I have a wife in the future,
she most likely exists now,
living this same moment I’m living
probably doing something amazing
(or, statistically speaking, sleeping).

And faith is the way I live
when I believe that somewhere
someone is thinking this same thing
having an everyone-aware moment,
maybe in a meeting, or at a show
or in a quiet moment with her God

realizing that, despite this moment,
18,000 days from now will be a day
where people get up and go to work
at the same moment as some fall asleep
8 billion people all feeling different
at exactly the same time.

And that shows us small,
but it shows us real,
and we can live
like that matters.