I am You

I am from the same place you are,
The same sunlight, the same moonlight.
The same unintentionally ripped blue jeans,
With the lecture that followed soon after.
From waves that would cause battles
Between my logic and my motor skills.
I am from plywood that would glide over the pavement
With its four ambitious wheels.
From frayed paintbrushes,
Leaving askew lines in the smooth canvas.
Bleeding,
Callused,
Passionate,
Fingers.
Guitar strings that give just as much back to me
As I give to them.
I am from the same place you are,
The same sunlight, the same moonlight.