I Am You
I am you, just in a different shape
It’s a fact we’ve forgotten but cannot escape
I am named Brent, and you have your name
But on the inside we look just the same.
I have the same feelings as you and same needs
My blood looks the same as your blood when it bleeds
I misunderstand you and you misunderstand me
There’s a word which can help sort this out: it’s called “we”
Rather than argue what’s mine and what’s yours
We’re better off talking about what is ours
And how we can work toward a common goal
Not arguing over who’s in control
‘Cause really the fact is, no one’s in control
We each just play a minor role, a part of the sum of a much greater whole.
There’s no origin and no destination
Just a journey that moves without hesitation
There’s only one train and only one station
So remember next time you look at me weird
I really am you and not what you feared.
Yours truly, Brent Hopkins

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