I dream then drool then chew to eat
You dream then drool then see to eat
But who’s to say my method is right?
And why would yours be better than mine?
You and I are full and satisfied
But you and I are subdivided
And you and I have appreciation
But you and I have different opinions!
I may have a palette to cleanse
But we both have an itch that meets no end
You may have tangible evidence
But we also have no precedence
I taste notes, ratios, proportions, consistentcy
You taste color, dimension, proportion, calligraphy
I see potential, improvement, advancement, a name
You see aperture, focus, spotlight, a frame
But through all the wonder and debate and fame
We both write history our audience craves
And in the process you and I have self proclaimed
That you and I are one of the same.