One of Many

A pile of sand
runs through
my fingers.
Cool grains
fall all at once,
too tiny to be separated
from each other.
They hit the ground.

That sand pile
is much like
humanity.
Humanity,
we think
similar thoughts,
and we fall
in a similar pattern.

But if a person stops
and thinks
for himself,
he is his
own piece
of sand.
He can change
the world,
                 One
                           grain
                                     of sand
                                                  at a time.
 






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