My Name

Everything is the same. Remember my name? All is one. Even though if I cared to I could count to 100. Does that make me rare, too? The bottomline: we all want to shine while scrubbing down the others. "But we're all one" I'd say, if I had my druthers, while squeezing the wet sponge. I don't agree with anything anyone here has to say. Don't call me your brother. I don't know your sister. He kept talking like this in the mirror. If you were the Lord, wouldn't you get bored making the same flower, person, an animal? This is all pretty paranormal. I say buy the ticket, take the ride. We're one and we're many, Zig-zagging, all out of stride. So make a friend before the end. In, fact we've met prior running from a fire. You look the same. You're right everything is the same. Remember my name?