You and I, aren’t we just flashes of each other?
Variations on a theme
There’s so much going around in bits and bytes
And it’s coming at us at warp speed
Real, virtual
It’s all made of heartbeats and blinks
Those brief encounters
Passing by, passing through
Poof! All vapor and mist
All traces gone
Of things we didn’t get to do
Dreams forgotten
Alleys abandoned
Aren’t we all grappling with a fork in the road
Before we’ve even made it across this one?
But of course we carry pieces of each other
I smile a little like you, and you say the words I just said
You know what?
I think we’re just doing the best we can with what we have
Mirrors and forests and a ball of yarn
Trying to get a feel for what this being human means
Trying to understand what’s porous and what’s concrete
And how any of it is different from yesterday
What if we sent out simulations
Little emissaries, inviting alternatives
What sort of simulation of yours would I make?
Where would I go and what would I report?
And if you walked in my shoes for a day
Would I leave you an extra cup of tea and a sunset?