Parallel lin(v)es

i wrote u something
something u wouldnt know
for what it means to me
to u it wouldnt show



we live on different pages
different stories were we told
of how life would unfold
nd hw differently are we mould

and the jigsaw that the world is
the ruckus that we live in
finding peace in imperfection
was something hard to imagine

how i wish things were simple
how fairy tales could be true
the world we find so dear
wouldn't materialise what we fear

but that's not the way it is
for different paths hv been laid
we must tread our own ways
and hope they may intersect.