You talk of doing good for humanity
I talk of colors, of fairylands,
But we both know
It’s one and the same thing.
Disguised by our outer semblance.
You champion a cause I detest,
I ramble on about issues
You consider trivial and irrelevant
A spoonful of sour envy,
Half a pinch of sugar’d admiration
A sprinkle of bitterness against the age difference.
Sometimes I can’t help but wonder
Will we ever have a common opinion?
I am opinionated, so are you.
Two inflated egos, pins in hand
I wonder what you think,
Do you too?
Merciless teasings, brutal blows,
Is it a shield? A form of defense?
You tell me I am young,
Younger than I sound,
But you are child yourself,
Too eager to correct,
Too curious, too impatient to find out
Too fast to label yourself an underdog.
You offer concoctions,
I brush them aside,
I prefer not to be cured.
We talk of photography,
Of seeing the world,
Of capturing moments.
I fire one question after another
Child that I am, curious to know
And you answer, amused.