True Perspective
I comprehend
my own actions,
and these feelings in which I'm penned.
You never really know how it is,
to be in this body in which I spend
my time, but then
I don't comprehend
the sensations in your existence,
and even though we could be friends,
I still wouldn't know what it's like,
to live your experiences that you portend.
So let's make amends,
in technology we depend.
The social age has begun,
We are like independent cells,
striving to work together as one.
A pair of parallels,
beginning to intersect.
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