we are all the same

I am not perfect
nor do I strive to be
I am all that I am
nothing more nothing less
all that is out before you
I am a thinker
a thinker of time
a thinker of space
a thinker of love
I am nothing
In the mass plot of things
we are all the same
beauty divine.
innocent dreams guide us
hope comes to save us
love distracts us
joy encourages us
endless cycle of life
but we are content
nothing more that we could do
the light blinds us
the air fills us
knowledge enlightens us
and death destroys us
takes us hand in hand
leads us into the dark
and to our end.
and to our beginning.
our spiritual journey begins
and we are no longer the same