You and I

The smell of my coffee every morning,

I know I make it differently then you.

I prefer organics, fresh brewed.

You still prefer freeze-dried

"what-the-fuck-is-that?"

I think I've only see you drink cheap beer

with your brothers, mostly

or maybe when we went to a baseball game.

I prefer red wines, hard liquors, microbrews.

It's funny how similar we are not.

I want to work in science and make art.

I don't do pragmatic things,

I don't study business or engineering.

You were in the army.

The army would never take me.

But, I still see you when I go to work.

No matter how different we are

I am still the wax you molded

into a candle that still burns.

I think I prefer metaphors

and you prefer the literal.