As You, or as Me
No two strangers
as strange as they be
will ever as strange,
as you, or as me.
We may walk different ways
with distance between what we believe,
but we might never quite grasp
how similarly strange we may seem.
We have skin, we have bone
but that doesn't make us all that alike.
It's the ideas that we share,
the moments we pass by.
So you may call it strange,
because it is quite strange indeed
that strangers would be as strange
as you, or as me.
This poem is about:
Our world