You and Me

I am not you, I am new
you would have seen this skin
but what about the sun which tanned it?
you would have seen this head
but what about the thoughts which it posses?
you would have seen these eyes
but what about the dreams which they see?
you would have seen these ears
but what about the words which they hear?
you would have seen this tounge
but what about the bitterness which it tastes?
you would have seen this belly
but what about the hunger which it witnesses?
you would have seen this back
but what about the backbone which keeps it upright?
you would have seen these arms
but what about the fate which they hold?
you would have seen these feet
but what about they path they walked?

you always had a world of your own
a world whose sophistication was the soul
the soul which vieled the real
the real was tormenting
it's nature was bitter
and so you decided to synthesize.
It's not that worse, they aggrandize
your interpretation became your reality
the reality which suited your psychology.
Turning you back to the world I live in
you bolstered your reality,
alas! your reality changed the world for you
but it could not change the reality
and for it to change, I have to be
the new and not you.