It seems today
That the world is run by difference
Things that set us apart
Are both beloved and scandalized
It makes one wonder
Why exactly that is the case
A fear of the unknown, perhaps?
Or even worse, of change?
Deep down inside
We are all the same, no?
What does it matter how you are
In comparison to your fellow person
Or are we?
One could argue that
Every person is unique
In their own special way
So again I ask
What sets us apart?
Everything at once
And yet, nothing at all.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Imagination
Poesíaim·ag·i·na·tion /iˌmajəˈnāSH(ə)n/ noun the faculty or action of forming new ideas, or images or concepts of external objects not present to the senses. Otherwise known as "Musings of the Balladeer." This is an anthology of poetry I've written...
