I am you,

and you are me.

Coming back from an unknown point

in the future

to disagree.

What sense does that make?

Do you see?

You’re fighting yourself,

at a different age.

Your ego is shattered,

but your own hand

battered the cage.

This acting, this becoming, this being,

is seeing you for who you really are.

And it can be freeing to see that 

you’re not a shining star.

You don’t stand out,

you’ve become what you feared.

You’re an unknown Magellan,

while the pirates get cheered.

You won’t take a hand out,

but an ultimate demise is neared.

I am you, and you are me,

we are one and the same, don’t you see?

The message is in the bottle,

but the glass is dark.

You’re swimming at full throttle,

but your the chasing shark.

Stop.

Breathe.

Close your eyes and see.

I am you, and you are me.