The Idea of Self

We were both building ourselves to extraordinary heights once
It's only sad that along the way we fell apart
Within me there was disparity and despair and you had the battle of wits
We both became paradoxical
I guess it's no surprise seeing as how we never really knew who we were
The discovery that the person you are now,the person you wish to be and the person you end up becoming are different people has that effect I suppose
How do you move forward when your whole existence is in a constant state of stagnancy?
I read somewhere that it's only the dead fish that goes with the flow and I was dumbfounded
All along I had been the dead fish and you were the tide I flowed upon
I suppose our destinies have been tied all along and I have been too incognisant,too blind and too morbid to notice,
But riddle me this
How could it be that I'm both of us and you are only yourself?

This poem is about: 
Me

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paradox_alan

In a constant war of getting to know who I really am,this popped up.

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