Selfish, a poem

I once wondered what it would be like to be you,

To travel the roads you have taken,

To have seen the world through your eyes.

I once considered what life meant to you,

In your endless adventures,

And your wild child ways.

I once thought how different you may be

If you saw it through my eyes,

But then you would have to be selfless,

And I’m not sure it is in you.