Sorrounded

Imagine being born again
Into another world in which you lived
Next to nothing and to no one.
A desert land, desolate, forgotten.
Would you be pure?
Would you be wild?
The wild seems so pure, and the pure, so wild.
Here, I find myself surrounded, and I am almost completely
Unaware of the border between my own
Brothers and sisters,
And my own filth.
It is a myth, we are no such things
As individuals, we must rise against
The old conceptions regarding
Human nature.
Maybe in the portion of our ways
That keep savage and true,
There, perhaps is where we'll find.
Whatever explains such condition,
What throws light at this phenomena unreal
Delusions of a chimera of uniqueness;
We call it: individuality.