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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.

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