The difference doesn’t matter ,or does it.
For I know you are a part of my imagination and I am capable of
What matter’s is, it was my dream a part of me.
Hidden beneath layers of "ME" and so many Me's.
Forbidden maybe to go beyond the horizon
But you are a living proof of my mutiny.
Against my own meek desire to not succeed.
A crime to not want to do more then I should.