If I am you
and you are me
but, I’m not you
and you’re not me
who are we?
Could it be, that
we are simply trying to be something,
that is not a possibility
in this wayward world of wickedness?

We try and try and try,
yet all the truthful things
they tell us are lies.
Soon the lies outrun the truth.
All we’re left with, is a
broken you.

If it is true
and you are me
and I am you,
wouldn’t that make me broken, too?
But if it is also true
that you’re not me
and I’m not you,
all that leaves me
or us
is broken and confused.

One broken line mutates into
millions, billions, trillions
of cracks.
Until we finally understand
pure, undisguised, unvarnished Truth.
That you are me
and I am you.
So you and I, are a
Broken Two.

-Chá White.