The absence of me

The absence of me
Is an assault on my way of living
The presence of the foreign
Is so common and yet frightening
With each passing breath
I am nearer to isolation
Will I too be lost in the gray wilderness?

Difference is an unavoidable fact
so much as we are all composed
Of meat and water
So too is each of us posessed
Of such radically divergent
Ideology

To be lost is to exist
One man longs for his tracks to intersect
Seeks to have his feet rooted and grounded
One man seeks to tear it all asunder
To wander aimlessly among stars and unknown celestial bodies

I Behold the mystery before me
The stars to me are comprehensible
But what of she that sits across from me
That is a landscape i can never pierce
The only hope is that perhaps in some fundamental way we are the same

What would the world look like if we were defined by the shapes and ideas of our minds
The truth is we are as close as separate dimensions
Each of us occupies our own universe
Each has their own meaning

The absence of me
Is the only thing I'm not ready for