Do you feel us drifting apart – barricaded by differing views?
You do not wish to change the world because you fear you cannot.
Whereas my passion to do so consumes me.
Now you loathe me because of your love for me.
I can see the disbelief in your eyes. How could we spawn from the same origin when I have a fire roaring within me and a constant gloom envelops you?
Optimistic, you say. Clouded by your own realism.