Oblique
Our paths have crossed.
You curve right.
And I turn left.
Like two bees,
Searching for their hive.
The paths are different.
Yet their goal is one.
Perhaps, one day
When we find our hive,
You will become me
And I, you.
Our paths have crossed.
You curve right.
And I turn left.
Like two bees,
Searching for their hive.
The paths are different.
Yet their goal is one.
Perhaps, one day
When we find our hive,
You will become me
And I, you.