Wednesday, October 19, 2016

The Same

“I feel the same,” you say; but oh, my friend,
   There’s no such thing as same. Distinct is king.
“It’s just like that!” we cry, but in the end
   Nothing’s identical to anything.
Equality’s a myth; we’re all unique,
   Distinguished by our attributes alone.
And though true harmony is what we seek,
   There’s something false in every undertone.
Life is all puzzle pieces which don’t fit
   That we will stitch into a perfect quilt.
When we see chaos, we make sense of it.
   Our eyes design because that’s how we’re built—
      Blind to what’s visible, we give a name
      To what’s not there. Because we’re all the same.

Copyright 2016 Matthew J Wells

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