When the course of life is over and through

And you see me and I see you

Outside this endless noisy zoo

Will you really know who I was and who I am?

Do I play a part in your play

Where your world spins day after day?

We were two friends with books unknown

Barely the prologue had been written

And what we knew then was only the start

of two lives like novels all their own

I am but a page or a paragraph at best these days

In your vast story and your own view

Though you may not see it that way

All of us pretend we know the roles each other plays

But you are always you, holding on to who you

Ascribe me to be in your mind

And I will never be that same friend

From when we were barely formed

And hardly knew the worlds

We would grow into

Sadness is realizing I cannot explain myself to you

The way we did when we were kids

And knowing you are in your distant place

Far from letting me understand

Where you've really been

And who you have become

We will ever be friends

Its true

But I will be me

You will be you

And we will see

Only what we want to believe

But I am not your spin-off

I am my own story

Give it a read, sometime.