The religion of you and me

From an observational bias
I watch on as the people try to keep moving forward in their daily life.
Just stop for a minute and live.

I am made of skin and bone.
I form part of your inner world by being alive in the outer world.
You may never notice me but I am the stranger you pass on the way to the shop to buy your weekly needs.
I am the one who makes a witty comment during your regular meetings. You may never speak to me but you hear the words and chuckle to yourself.
You are my friend who I confide in with my problems, I confide in the hope you will say something that makes me realise there is a still moving flow.
I am the contradiction that follows when our eyes meet and you quickly change the inner subject and reach for your phone to check for any social media updates.

You are the person who will wake the next day with a rough plan or a concrete idea of what your day has in store.
I am the unforeseen person who in the middle of the street storms past you in a rush without noticing the cup of red hot tea in your hand and knocks it all over you.
Without stopping I turn and shout "watch it" as I continue storming towards other versions of myself and yourself.
I am the "big hard" gang star who feels superior in my group of masked thugs holding our weapons and stealing your belongings.
I am the police officer who takes the report.
You are the desk sergeant reading the newspaper, content you made it to your rank.
Never looking back to the days you had to walk the street and take statements from "members of the public"
I am the war on the streets from the police on the thieves who are stealing your wages.

I am you
Remember?