Brother

It is important to remember that adjectives are subjective.
And what is more to me is less to you.
Your 'destroy' is my 'create'; your 'honest' my 'disguised'.
My chains your liberation and your rapture my demise.

You are drunk on my sobriety, I am high aloft your lows.
You love what I despise and my discord meets your prose.
Yet something vaguely rhythmic governs our reaction,
Lending beat to the tired opposition and refraction.

Your mind can dance across the barricades I can't,
And sow the seeds of chaos from our malignant plant.
And likewise I can sense the foes who softly sneak,
Upon us as we sleep and think us weak.

It is important to remember that our adjectives are reflective,
And what is all to me is me and you.
Though we're doomed to weary wars by endless aggravation,
There comes a time when that is set aside for supplication.

We were not designed to walk in line,
But our heartbeats, inexplicably in time!
Though our minds whir and smoke apart,
To be known as your brother...
That's a start.