His eyes have seen the world,
Mine have only seen these dusty plains.
His fingers can strum unending melodies,
Mine only fumble across the strings.
He sees things with a plan and logic,
I only see emotion and feelings.
He takes charge of a situation,
I sit back and follow.
He goes to church,
I sleep in.
He is button downs,
And I am t-shirts.
We are different,
Yet we are the same.
One day I hope we compile our differences,
Set them aside,
Find our sames,
And revel in each other.
Oct 20, 2010
Oct 20, 2010 at 11:16 PM UTC
His eyes have seen the world,
Mine have only seen these dusty plains.
His fingers can strum unending melodies,
Mine only fumble across the strings.
He sees things with a plan and logic,
I only see emotion and feelings.
He takes charge of a situation,
I sit back and follow.
He goes to church,
I sleep in.
He is button downs,
And I am t-shirts.
We are different,
Yet we are the same.
One day I hope we compile our differences,
Set them aside,
Find our sames,
And revel in each other.
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