It's All The Same. <br />Countless People Walk Through The Streets, <br />Aware Of Nothing, Just Wanting To Sleep. <br />They're All Selfish, Needing Their Wants, <br />They're All A Lie, In Strides, So Naught; <br />All I See Is A Formless World, Everchanging, Golden And Free, <br />But The People That Walk It Are All The Same, <br />Watching A Mirror, Insane; <br />We Aren't All Like A Rat, <br />We're Not All Cornered, Left In a Pack; <br />Some Of Us Rise, <br />Some Of Us Fall, <br />Some Of Us Walk, The Path Unknown To All...<br /><br />Crimson Soul<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/same-8/
