Come, dear Stranger, You don't know me and I don't know you. I don't know that You still dream of getting the band back together about your first love cricket. I don't know that you fought for your country, that you're going to name your child Miracle. Or that despite them calling you chicken legs, you made it all the way to the top. What I do know the time. Pick up your pace is that in the 22nd minute when I have nothing left to give and act out, it's you who shows up for me. Give me a little more. It's you who keeps me going. We're in this together, platonic. So dear Stranger right now, really? We are strangers after all.