Congruent paths never perfectly intersect at any length, But are almost always nearly identical.

We may be parallel but the world has set us completely at odds.

Miles separate the **** near touching lines.

Aspirations and dreams is spreading the distance between me and you.

But those same goals and desires is what's keeping us even closer.

These trails that have already been tread, keeping intentions at a minimal.

Cascades of doubt breeze through the plains of blond wheat.

Slightly obscuring any trace that point A has left going to point B.

My animal like nature will soon arch our parallel lines.

Jumbling up any existence of any path previously taken.

All except for one.



Yet here I am, again waiting for that day that our lines will converge.

Hopelessly waiting for our worlds to be much more symmetrical.