Looking at the Moon

Do you see the same moon I see? Do we worship the same god? You probably live in an entirely different country: I'll reckon we'll never meet. I bet we have so little in common; but I guess We could never know. Maybe you're exactly the same as me From the top of your head to the tip of your toe. But whether or not you're my long-lost twin Is a question I'll save for another time— For now, there is one thing I know And will always know: We are both looking at the moon and stars; Admiring the night sky, And wondering if we see the same moon, Or if everyone's life is absolute.