???wHy???
We all turn around in circles and we all stop at one time or another. We all run late sometimes and we all break promises. We all have loved ones and those we can do without, and we all have past memories that run through our minds with just the smallest reminder of them. We all have hopes, dreams, aspirations and we all have those in our lives that support them and those that knock them down. We've all wished that we could go back in time and change the things we have done and we all know that it's just not possible. We all have hearts that beat, and each one of us owns veins with the same currency of blood plowing through them. We all bleed, cry, whine, create, steal, lie, misunderstand, beg, borrow, love, hate... feel.
So can someone remind me why the color of our hands, the beliefs of our ancestors, and the anatomy we conceal beneath our clothing really matter?
cause, the rest of us... is all the same...