I can't keep up with you
no matter how hard
I try
because you
follow no path,
have no rhyme
or reason
to why you do
the things you do.
You just do.
I wish I was more like you -
free to live
how I want,
say what I want,
be who I want.
But I'm not.
I'm too busy trying
to keep up with you
or change you
to be more like me.
Maybe I should
just worry about me
and let you worry about you
so that we can both be
just who we are.
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