You Are Not What I Am

I’m a coin tossed into the beggar's bowl

A season almost an autumn

You are a castle built by kings

A river almost an ocean

I’m a rainbow morphed out of thunder and light

A reflection almost a mirror

You are a temple carved out of faith and solitude

A season almost an eternity

I am but a rhyme, a rhythm

You are but a reckoning, a reason

You are not what I am

I can never be what you are.