We might see the same thing,
But not the same way.
Just look at our actions
And-what each of us say.
The things I consider
As time passes by
Are undoubtedly different,
But we don’t quite know why.
At least not in the moment.
We’ve different roles.
And we’re trapped within systems
That are riddled with holes.
So we fight for ourselves,
And against eachother,
Where there’s a fine line between
Enemy… and brother.
NOT FOR RANT 