what we think is what we are,
and then there are those who think different
to each one's own, and we lived like this all the time
its like the rail track, together yet distinct
we base the high speed trains on us, holding the energy and force together
and yet, I was myself, and you were you'
and we were "together yet different"
we traversed the lengths and the world like this,
went up the hills, crossed valleys, and jumped over rivers
and then we decided to cross our paths,
force my thoughts on you, and your thoughts on me
and then it was disaster,
the beauty was in the togetherness, not being one.....
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