Isn't it queer how you and I
Breathe under a similar sky
Yet ponder of various thoughts
That little of which had I sought.
We see the world all the same:
From love to passion, riches to fame.
But view each word in stunning variations;
Similar dictionaries, different definitions.
Even though born of same descent,
There certainly would be a difference:
Our looks, our thoughts, our education,
Each of which rooted from varying situations.
In verdicts we make, decisions we compile,
Little of each do we reconcile.
In rebuttals thrown against another's opinions,
Little of such coincide with our opinions.
The time we spend with friends (and foes) ,
Do not certainly equal those of yours.
Even the moments we stay with family,
Cannot be attested to equal with any.
So you, my dear, respond to this:
Could we ascertain our alikeness?
I say, perhaps a bit, ‘cause ponder, why:
We still breathe under the same sky.
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