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Change remaining constant.
Consistently remaining the same.
Your same being another's different.
Difference subtracted from my life,
Just adds insecurity,
Secure in who i am,
You are not I,
creating only logical sense.

Illogical sense, seldom taken serious,
Until the unexplainable, is elaborated.
Senses dull, along with our beliefs,
When the particular fades,
the possibilities shine.
When our body crumble,

Our bodies control 90% of our decisions,
as time erodes at our crimson current,
When it's too late,
Our mind finally realizes what's important,

As a species we are masochistic,
making decisions only when we have to,
beginning only when we end,
end only when we are beginning.

In this sense, how is anything really that different from one from something else?

Like a love note,
or hate mail,
we are all words,
we all have a thought process,
whether right, or wrong,
it only matters in perspective.