Galaxies Came Between

He'd be typing away on his desk with blueprints for the next big thing, While I'd be staring off into the azure sky appreciating the "insignificant" things You really are a genius in your field of technicalities, with which you thoroughly water; A wife, a place of your own, and a destination in mind Me? You'll find me in the corner (no not a corner... think rounded edges, much more safe) Half past ten, still in bed, with rolls of cash in a Ziploc bed (I'm not dealing and I'm sorry if I gave you that impression... more likely just a descendant of Scrooge) Your perfectly organized life (my just screw it attitude) Well I must say you are on your way, but where exactly too? I solemnly wish we had, but one thing in common, dearest brother, Even with the knowledge that I wrote this for you I'm sure deep down you'd think this quite sappy And being the person that I am I'd immediately think of tree metaphors (now what what rhymes with cedar?) And being the person you are you'd probably just go about your day wondering about the latest Apple product You live next door and yet somehow galaxies came between us, Practical you gathered sticks and stones for your shelter here on Earth (I was too busy daydreaming on Mars) From the moment I opened my eyes and peaked my little head out from the pool in the backyard, we were brothers, through and through ... so why do I have this nagging urge to shake your hand and ask "Have we met?"