Oh how great the array of faces, and color, and race is between us.
Even greater for language and culture,
And even more with everyone’s origins.
The vastly different and contrasting lives we go by,
And more-so with our strive.
Yet even with – but a plane for thought.
No originality.
We claim we are, and that we possess it,
And that we do think differently.
We just, also have the same idea for the latest fandom, we suppose,
And TV show and way of living,
And in political thought.
Not conformity – we just happen to think similarly.
Or so we say.