take my hand and climb with me…
Other Side Of The World ~ KT Tunstall
How different, the story. Seems. Depending, on direction. Your back, to mine. Our, outlook. Diverges. Two, parallel lines. Marching, forward. And backward. And, on. But never, meeting. Or merging. Or flowing, as one.
But. If we, bend. A little. With, the curvature. Earth atlas, spinning. Perhaps, we may. One day, meet. In the middle. Just, once. And share, perspective.
Scant hopes, hung. On strange, angles. Geometric, predisposition. To dyslexia.
I wish it were simple…