I was told everyone carries the same anxiety,
I walked into the room and asked the man boldly,
can you tell me what it is they fear so assuredly,
he said, that’s not the issue, the point is variety.
I’ve always wondered about the man in the suit,
the woman groomed with a svelte sweet look
I’m curious do we all carry the same sordid boot
that one will kick our ass if our sanity we unhook
Perhaps we’ll always play to live out a non-sequitur,
an uncanny romantic sojourn towards finding home
we challenge the world around us that crazily roam
same streets, same words, same eyes, nomenclature.
The blood in our veins will eek the similar stain
when cut to size, we might, humility, ask remain.