To me, spirituality doesn't exist; it's created with each interaction, connection, and bridge we build with other members of the human race. It's our connection to ourselves marrying our connection to each other and it only remains for as long as we nurture it. 


Running around Like a bunch of ants With spikes sticking out of our skin And poison in our veins   Around in circles we go Human bumper cars Bruising, cutting, breaking Chipping off the rough edges   Human beings in the making