Two worlds by the hand,none bad,but both by the different

Upon the path where two paths near,

my path appears to glide parallel

to hers.
one of granite,

one of slate,

lined by neither gold nor silver

yet i merely observe that path so near to mine.

Wondering if our paths will ever join,

though i don't quite count on it...

.

Yet somehow,

though,

i see the same patterns in both paths,

seemingly carved by the same,

yet material-wise

i cannot claim;

to see if any road conjoined ahead,

of somehow granite yet slate,

a path i watch.

.

sometimes feeling left out

of that path of slate,

yet knowing well to myself,

had i not even seen that path

i would not wonder what it would be like

to walk on a similar path of slate,

....just so....

that i may envision the conjoined paths up ahead.

....

only the path i somehow long,

knowing to long is somehow wrong,

for i am upon a path of granite...

yet i can't help but hope,

for the nearing of that collision course