I'm the only thing in disarray, in constant chaos.
There is a path to drive for everybody, but we all have no tires.
Everything is the same, ignorant
–identicality.

Clinging to dry palms are we?
Skin sticks to yours, we are stuck like glue.
Together like rock, paper, scissors, the goo.
If they gave us tires, we'd have nowhere to go.
Every sight is the same here, devoid of life
–identicality.

Cutting into my livelihood, total disorder in my mind.
The will to blame others when you want it this way.
I'm stuck on you, dog and flea.
Like how whales need the sea.

The skill to laugh when others are blinded.
We bonded, the rich can't live without the poor.
Mutualism, in this world it's just us.

–A world of identicality.

© Junemousonae