We.

Is everything I write or do going to be a work in progress?
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What are we
But individual raindrops,
Cracking the surface of reflection.
Merging echos; shattering mirrors.
Becoming one.

What are we
But individual raindrops,
Forced together on planes of glass.
Combined and separated by rushing winds.
Sliding together
Slipping apart.

What are we
But individual raindrops,
Searching for unity,
Losing to entropy,
And existing as you
...and me.