His eyes have seen the world,
Mine have only seen these dusty plains.

His fingers can strum unending melodies,
Mine only fumble across the strings.

He sees things with a plan and logic,
I only see emotion and feelings.

He takes charge of a situation,
I sit back and follow.

He goes to church,
I sleep in.

He is button downs,
And I am t-shirts.

We are different,
Yet we are the same.

One day I hope we compile our differences,
Set them aside,
Find our sames,
And revel in each other.