Two sets of eyes, two sets of screens,

two silhouettes of different minds,

connected by complex modern machines,

forming thoughts of different kinds.

They both see the same in front of themselves

yet what they see is different.

It is often unknown to where the mind delves,

and their opinion's belligerent.

One sees a mirror or a portal to past,

a problem to solve, a bad thing to last.

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One sees objects where none are to be,

a tool that is skewered, a desperate plea.

The lines of their minds, they seem so alike,

they'll never meet, yet they don't stray away.

Like lightning so fast, yet they never strike,

still causing damage, bonds slowly decay.

Right and wrong are just words

that make sense when it's objective.

Now by those samely terms

they ruin our perspective.

Dodge and weave, deflect, delay,

trying to get out of pain's chosen way.

Yet the act of evasion removes the equation

and this conversation is not made to stay.

Because they're so different,

it's hard to understand,

what for one is so difficult,

the other solves it, left hand.

Two sets of eyes, two sets of screens,

two silhouettes of different minds,

connected yet distant with rifts inbetweens

in search of an answer no one ever finds.

Tomorrow is another day,

the difference is striking.

To mend this gap, there is one way,

but the answer'll be surprising.