If I didn't know the concept of time, or life, or math, I would be different.
Probably as vastly different as the Earth compared to your eyes;
or maybe the inter-galaxy spaces between your two front teeth.
There are so many things that I know
like your name, your age, your birthplace, and
even the exact latitude of your **** birthmark-
but there are things that I don't.

Sometimes I'm not sure if I want to know everything
because isn't that what life's about?
What do I do after I've got all my answers
and don't have any questions?
What do I do after I learn that some things can't be changed
and I know what's going to happen?

Let me put it this way- if we were metaphors,

I resemble but a dusty book left on your bookshelf
and you are the type who loathes books.
I would be the Right hand side
and you would be the Left hand side.
I most likely am the Blacks
and you the Whites and Pinks and Oranges.

We both are splatters of paint on a white piece of canvas
and this piece is the one art piece that
just doesn't seem to tessellate.
I know "opposites attract" but we are
not quite there yet.

I am a paradox and you are an irony- somehow similar but not at all.
If we were words, I'd be "Why" and you'd be "Sorry",
and this doesn't make sense at all.