green apple with the red one standing out from the crowd - over a white background with reflection

I’m a maybe,

While, he’s sure.

I evolve I change,

But he’s already grown.


I make up my mind,

Even then feel confused.

I think and wonder,

But he knows for sure.


We fight we unite,

We go a full circle

But what life is about,

It’s not a constant.


I wrestle and destroy,

To build something new.

He chooses to lay back,

And watch things grow.


I’m not wrong nor he right,

We just have different view.

Life is not all peachy,

But a li’l askew.


To him I’m weird,

To me he’s static.

We both are different,

But still alike.