And your strength is waning,
Despite the shell you show to the world,
I see your internal pain.
And you are not slow to point it out yourself,
Because a child is what you truly are,
Shown through the excitement you feel,
Working really hard.
And we will never have that conversation,
Where we meet in that realm,
Where in each other's eyes we see the truth,
And forget that we are different men.
And it's alright,
I'll have my moments, too,
And I'm sure you'll be as respectful of me and my space,
As I have been to you.
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