I feel you don't see things as I do I try to understand, cut off, tru- ly there must be a way to get rid of scepticism, instead of looking
at the differences, noticing the mutual ideas, shared, conveniently without a reason.
Even if we can't, can't we just discuss, I guess you think less of me, lacking a certain level of mutual respect. Respect on levels I enjoy more than hiking I guess it's just my craving for liking and being liked mutually.
You can be tigger, I can be pooh even if we're not exactly the same, I'll be your friend, if you want me to. (If you don't let me try to understand you, make sure someone else can someday ) ('hiking'==> cf another poem I made)