Two kids in the yard laugh and play around
But they don't know where they'll end up
It is a conversation they haven't found
On a dark day one will say "hey wassup?"
The other shall reply a resound
"I guess not much"
Then they will talk all night and day
About their greatest dreams
One determined to let go as they decay
The other floating by on schemes
Its on this day that they both determine
That their just each a separate person
So why bother with pointless conversation
They cut each other out for certain
Who are you?
Why don't you ask yourself?
Because asking others never seems to help