The truth is I am nothing like you and exactly like you
I too think, feel and act, am unlike any other, similarly special indeed
Only, circumstances went on to create the appearance of difference
It had to be so, or else what would there truly be?
And so everything that we have in common is also what sets us apart
Isn’t it pretty, we’re all simply one and the same yet not even slightly alike
I too was born unique in this world; endlessly dancing in a sea of imperfect clones
Because that’s just what we are, and that’s just what makes us so peculiar
Some of us awake, others still buried deep in their slumber
And yet not a single one of us walks without purpose on the surface of this planet
So it is that these seemingly meaningless footsteps begin to form a pattern
Much like a coherent web of light reflecting the existence of each other
Struck by the life in another, we are bound to the genius behind the matter
All and all just the same though somehow never monotonous or predictable
I too wonder off by my one, stumble and loose myself only to find my way back
In this strange way, out of ignorance we grow into innocence, stunned by this perfect reality.