We are so alike in many ways,
and so different in ways that are explainable.
But he is who he is, and I am who I am.

Out thoughts are exchangeable, 
with our interpellation the same, 
but our thoughts towards each other our different.

He walks like he hasn’t hurt a soul,
and that he is, who he is, and he is, what he is.
I walk like I am a lost soul, that nothing else matters,
and I am, who I am, and I am what I am.

November 16,2000