Different

One red ball amidst all the silver balls,
A matte finish amidst all the metallic shimmerings,
One that is entirely and unmistakably different,
A unique and individual thing in a throng of unity.

One red cube in the midst of all the blue cubes,
Totally different than all of it's monotonous neighbors,
One who has no fitting in the lineup of sameness,
The red cube is wholly and entirely it's own master.

The red ball is someone who loves when nobody loves,
The red cube is someone who lives when nobody lives,
Are you going to be someone who loves?
Are you going to be someone who lives?