you, me, we

do you ever become paralysed by trivial matters?
something small goes wrong and your brain just freezes.
you mistake it as important because your heart skipped a beat.
but really it’s okay because nothing has changed.

when i’m trapped in the bubble of my mind i seem to forget that life continues on the outside.
i do this thing where i convince myself that i matter more than you
see i forget that your life is just as complex as mine,
both of us are humans, just trying to get by.

i don’t believe it’s in our nature so be so detached from strangers
maybe that’s why we sit on trains creating stories for these nameless faces
we are all different strokes painted by the same brush
when we fully realise this how harmonic life could be
because when you strip it down, what really separates you, me and we?