One person to another,

Each has a distinct bother.

All are the same, is fair...

Yet differences set up on air.

The mind then speaks,

Unique! The headline leaks.

To be the same is the goal,

“I disagree,” says the soul.

Could this play be a foul?

Is being the same shallow?

People are a deep multitude,

A variant is attitude,

Appearances change all around

But in living we are all bound.

Hard is human nature to decode,

For its not on an easy mode.

Mystery arises from all minds.

We hide with inner blinds,

To control what unwinds,

Onto who, we choose in a bind.

In the end, it comes to friends.

The one’s chosen on amends.

They are the world for you.

Companions to travel through.

Together you build realms,

Built on your palms.

“To know all is too much,

But to know one is all.”

“So pick and stick to one torch,

To help you make the call.”