When we meet donít tell me what profession youíre in
donít tell me about your hobbies or the books youíve read
donít even tell me what music you like to listen to...
These things donít truly define you.
Tell me, instead, what your dreams are filled up with
and in the long part of the night, when you canít sleep,
what do you ache for, what do you long to do,
what place do you long to be at?
Tell me of the deep sorrows that have touched your soul
and of how you coped with them...did you face them
and grow from them...or did they defeat you,
causing you to lie down and die within?
If we meet and you can not tell me these things,
we might as well walk on...I will not pry them from you
they must come freely and honestly, from your heart,
else we will never truly know one another.