Imagine if we are all one,
with the same thoughts,
and the same ideas.
Imagine if we were all born
and taught to think different,
though we are entirely alike,
which is why we’re so torn.
Because we are at war with
each other, ourselves,
as we place our hearts
upon boarded up shelves.
And then someone else
may come across your heart,
and claim it as their own art,
in which this is how soulmates
find each other; love each other,
and come together as one.
Though, if we are the same,
all of us, everyone.
then we are all soulmates,
merely human, yet born free,
to roam the world’s endless seas.
The many worlds and realities,
though my home will always be here,
with all of you, every last one of you,
even whilst I’m wandering and lost,
there’s no other place to go,
and nothing more for me to do.
And if we are all of one,
I truly hope that one day
the world may finally know.
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