Different but yet the same.

What is it that makes us so real?
Different from everyone ells?
What is it that makes us unique?

We are al roses in the same garden.
And yet we have another color,
Black , bleu , red , white .

So different but yet we al need the same thing,
Some of us are clocked in darkness,
Some are blessed whit the heavenly light .

We all take different paths,
But in end we al walk on the same road ,
The road called death

And yet we are so different ,

Why is that ,
I wonder,
What is it that humanity seeks?