In a distant land lived the other
who understood what our words meant.
I hoped to meet that person someday
and ask, what was it that most didn’t understand?
Despite no direct contact
neither any intention of addressing to,
the distant one’s feelings were exact
to those of a few, strange.
But life rarely allows similarity to co-exist
for they break the balance of false and true.
So before I could meet the “distant”,
who in fact was closer with a similar view,
opinions changed for either one of us
and the world was back to the perceived balance it knew.