Free One Day

It seems like we all have been alienated-- lost on earth and barely related. If it were not many who have heads, arms, legs and faces, we would all look like we came from different places. Any place, be it here or there, any place, meaning anywhere. Everyone is like anyone else; we all feel like others, but none feel like ourselves. We all feel like no other, be it friend, sister or brother. But the funny thing is, we all are not the same. The things that are different are mostly our names. I feel you, and you feel me, but the thing we cannot feel is what we see. None feel the same, yet we think we do, but there's no one on this Earth that really feels like you. Just like we were born at different times, we are also born with different minds. There are some things that we feel, like pain when we hurt with sickness that's real, like a tear when it falls from the eye, like feeling sad when loved ones die. But the feeling called love is for real. It feels good; that's the one thing we all feel. Love's a feeling that is sometimes hard to understand, but it lives deep in the heart of woman and man. It is a different feeling from all the rest. It is the feeling that feels the best. We know it because it makes us smile, we know it because it lasts for a while. It comes when ideas bring us together, and as more people are added, it feels even better. In short, I guess what I'm trying to say is: when we all feel that love, we will be free that day.