Transfusion

I think,
It may be time.
To take a new direction.
I suppose,
The choice is mine.
To choose that new direction.

But where do you come in?

I think,
It may be time.
To set my destination.
I suppose,
The choice is mine.
You are my destination.

And how shall I travel?
By way of train?
By flight of plane?

Or maybe,
The blood of my veins,
Will enter yours.

You’ll intravenously,
Become me.

Two will become one.
You and me,
Connected.

In the blood bond of family.