I am not an Indivual

While the sun rises and sets with its comity,

We continue to make the same mistakes and break amity,

With no other person that ourselves.

Remember to yourself that circumstances and conditions lay upon you,

but you still aren't an individual.

The rose that grew from the very same patch during a drought is the same rose that grew in times of rain.

You may not be an original,

Nor inimitable.

But you are the one thing in life that you control.

 

This poem is about: 
Me
Our world

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