Where do I end and you begin?
The line in between is quite thin
Who divided 'us' into 'you' and 'me'
How different are he and she?

Zero creations from me so far
Can't attach my name to any star
No flower blossoms because of me
The sun always rises despite me

Our world is made up of walls
Every day humanity falls
A creator I think I am
It all looks a sham...

Me, my home, the world to me
Does it need a boundary, to be
Do my edges shape me?
Or without them I could still be?

Taking the baton from the past
The present just a moment does last
It dashes to handover to tomorrow
Missing it is my biggest sorrow

Why should my walls define me
Much beyond them I could be
Will 'I' not still be here
Scaling beyond them - death and despair

We divide just to define
Can't the process we refine
We fragment rather than create
Can we start with a fresh slate?