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?
Copyright © | Year Posted 2022

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