If I was to compare, my life with another,
Born the same, I'm led to discover,
Lives in a world, that is just like mine,
A mirror image, echoes the time,
The same job, and vocation,
Set within, the same location.
I reflect on the image, of my weary self,
No illness resides, an aurora of health,
Whereas I struggle, with duress upon me,
They are relaxed, as they ever could be.
A wide smile returns, no grey skin,
No walls around, keeping it in,
Why you ask, are they so calm?
Is it because, they live without harm?
Are not judged, or working to a rule,
That was made, by a government mule,
They have not suffered, mental pain,
Or lived a life, clouded by rain,
They live in a world, and they all get along,
United in harmony, like a beautiful song,
I can only dream, of their peaceful land,
Where instead of suffering...
They hold each other’s hand.
