Who are you to say that we are all one?
We are all the same dreaming and hoping until our end.
Who am I to say that we are not?Walking alone our separate paths to depart each other and life at it’s end.
Who are you today?
Who were we yesterday?
I will not ask of tomorrow…
Who are you to say I am so the same as you,
A man who sleeps,
And dreams.
Who am I to believe I am different?
When It is fact that I do exactly the same.
Does ambition and potential at all play a part?
Or is circumstance and destiny that shows us how we’ll end from the very start?