…in the wistful eyes of the pauper you passed by

Wang Quingsong, Beggar, 2001. Saved from gwarlingo.com

I could be you. You could be me.

But every day I wish to be you, I fear I could become you, and walk past me. Refusing to help me while expecting somebody else would.

Then I fear for you, and I realize its best I stay me and you stay you.

For you might not survive a day being me, and I might forget the need to be humble being you.