i, the definitive

the only you in the world

i am and you are individual

we are separate

we are absolute masters

of our individual perceived universes.

we do not converge, but in passing

we never finished each others sentences

we did grow apart

as we are meant to

you moved on into your world

i stayed stagnant

in mine

the years are not the problem

the problem is a repetition

repetition

repetition

of this grand delusion

that i can be more than me myself

i want more than me

i want more than what you became

i wanted to be the best

but lost sight of the fact that one can only

best and be bested

alone

there can be no we in a fight to the finish

and so we sit, in our own little worlds

discontented

sometimes in a fleeting moment

i see you, the outer you.

you see what i want you to see

and we will walk by each other as shells

we were eggs once

we were not separate

but birth tore our union asunder

my brother.