We have never spoken, we will never meet,
Walking the same path on opposite sides of the street,
Into parallel bars.
We will never find, we will never know,
Walking with a different cup, from a different brew.
Up escalating stairs.
Had it all been the same, who knows where it would have led,
On the way through I might’ve been a legend and you might’ve got out of bed.
Reaching the next flaw.
We will keep on walking, we will take a pew,
Looking through the same window with some antonym view.
In a place with no edges at a time without mind,
In a shade of our making as examples we’ll stand.