Or maybe between the top and the bottom
Bottom: Hey you..
what are you doing here?
Across the North American border..
in Motown Michigan,
enjoying the pleasures of a business school
and jargons about the bottom of the pyramid..
Top: Nope not me..
Somebody else,
traveling, and reveling,
kind of like a child,
still to get one's bearings..
knowing not where i am going
but feeling all right that i am here
not forlorn or lost, as if this is my place..
Bottom: What happened to me then?
If its not you..remember just a decade back..
Ok i admit, more than a decade, 15 years now..
you and me were the same being..
and now you say, you are not me, or i am not you..
whats going on mate..
Top: You won't get it bottom..
the road was long..
i have lost my way..
i just drift along, like lake michigan into the bay..
Across the window..into the sky...
we always will be the same..saying each other a forlorn hi..
Into the water we will drop the cent
the price we paid why now repent?
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