Contact

Do you really notice where everything you own gose?
Or where is has once started, before is was for own?
Well we have come in contact long before I knew your name.
For things just move, its nothing you can change
First there was a tree, swaying like a fan
And one day you touched it, with your perfect hand.
Later that tree was cut down and made into something new.
And even cut and chopped it still had some of you.
The wood turned into pencil, and was thrown out at a store.
And luckily I chose the one that had you up on its door.
See I had touched your hand way before I knew your face.
For fingerprints, go unnoticed but are in every place.
They travel like a bird, leaving its eggs in different places,
Starting them to populate but you don't know their traces.
You have touched your one true love
In ways you never knew.
And your true love
has been touched,
By you.