Different? Poem by Bron Kozakiewicz

We all think we're different,
But we are all just the same.
Okay we might all seem unique,
And we nearly all have different names.
But when you get down to basics,
Our needs are all the same.
It's like we are the pieces
Of one giant eternal game.
There are some who are never happy
And go in search of fortune and fame,
And those of us who are quite content
Without needing to further our aims.
Yes some of us think we are different,
But we all of us are just the same.