Imagine a world of flawless symmetry.
A world where every person was identical.
At 7:30 sharp 7 billion alarm clocks go off,
All playing a single monotonous tone.
7 billion people all dress the same,
Walk out of the one house design used worldwide,
Drive to work in the one car that fills the highways,
Work from 9 to 5,
Go home to their family of 4,
Discuss the day around the dinner table for 45 minutes exactly
Then watch the TV until 10
And go to sleep.
And then the next morning, repeat.
The next week, repeat.
The next month, repeat.
The next year, the next decade, repeat.
Imagine a world of no differences.
It would be boring.
It’s no way to live when everyone’s the same.
When everyone thinks alike,
You lose the uniqueness that makes all of us human.
So somebody explain to me,
Why there are some people that cannot stand differences.
People that are driven to **** because they don’t agree with the lives of other people,
As if they had place to judge anyone but themselves, because they don’t.
These people hate the differences that define us as a species.
They stereotype, they profile, they speak hate,
They protest, they offend, they discriminate
Against lifestyles choices and the things we are born with,
So much that our own people are torn with
The decision to live as who they are or be accepted in society,
Because they’re so scared to be labeled as variety,
Because some people want them to die, you see.
So why can’t we all embrace our differences,
Open up our eyes and see,
We have to recognize that there is no disguise for individuality.
We have to realize,
That once terror makes it’s way into our lives,
We are losing.
Losing the fight for freedom.
Losing the chances we have at acceptance,
Losing the opportunity to recover as a nation,
And show the world that support isn’t just donations.
And people say I’m just a kid,
And that when I’m older I’ll realize that the world is a bad place,
And that people will never change, and that atrocities will happen,
Blood will be spilled, lives will be taken, hearts will be broken.
And maybe they’re right, maybe I just don’t understand.
But I understand that people died because one person couldn’t accept their differences.
I understand that this has happened before, and I’m not going to bother giving a statisistic because I know it’ll go up.
I understand that there are far more mass killings in the United States of America than any other country in the world.
And I think I understand that the best support is ending this upwards trend.
And to do that the world needs to learn to love.
The world needs to set aside all differences,
And learn that between killer and the victims the only difference is,
One knew how to love and one knew *******.
We can’t ignore there’s a problem still,
So regardless of your thoughts on race or religion,
I guarantee you peace will be fiction,
If we can’t teach the world to love each other.
Despite our choices of lovers.
So one last time I urge you,
To teach the world to love each other.

Sometimes when I’m sitting at my desk,
I’ll look over at you,
And our eyes will meet, if only for a second.
And in that brief moment
I’m sitting by a brook,
In a vast forest on a spring day,
Where the sunlight filters down through the green canopy,
The light trickling of the water cools my ears,
The sun pours its rays through the trees,
Drips onto the forest floor like sap on a warm day,
And nothing else matters but the light breeze that rolls across my skin.
I get lost in that little world in your iris,
And just for a minute I forget about myself
As the shoreline waves from that sea of green
Allow my feet to sink into the sand,
as I wade into those cerulean waters,
And nothing else matters but the water that sweeps around my feet.
I’d like to stay there for a while.
Build a little wooden house with drafty windows and a little fireplace,
I’d like to wake up every day
With the sea on my left, the forest on my right, and the solid earth beneath the soles of my feet.
But sometimes I think you don’t even know about
This perfect world you keep hidden behind two rings of emerald,
The low call of the ocean seems so distant to your ears,
You never glance up to see the layered branches of green above you.
I’d like to climb to the top of one of those tall trees,
And show you the serene landscape that you can’t see.
And sometimes I look into your eyes,
And all I see is the glossy reflection of myself,
As if you’ve closed the doors into that perfect place
And then that brief moment is over,
You look away.
And I wonder if you can see what I see,
But I know you don’t.
I know that you only see me staring
And feel the awkward tension as we both look away.
But for that brief moment,
I lost myself in your eyes,
And you’ll never know.