We’re the men, the women, the children, the old.
We’re the constructors, the destructors, the shapers.
We’re the thinkers, the talkers, the listeners, the doers.
We’re the readers, the writers, the teachers, the learners.
We’re the compassionate, the indifferent, the weird kind.
We’re striving, falling, and we’re getting back up.
We’re winning, losing, and we’re giving up.
We’re this, we’re that, and we’re the in-between’s.
We’re the givers, the takers, the keepers, the savers.
We’re beings—we continue to ‘be’ more of who we are.
We’re here, we’re now, and then suddenly, we aren’t.
We’re the embodiment of many beliefs and feelings.
We’re all carrying our dreams carefully in our palms.
We’re seeking to reach where we’re destined.
We’re living each day in the want of that one thing.
Or, maybe we’re trying to figure out why we’re here.
We’re the meaning seekers of our kind and accord.
We’re all so different yet fundamentally the same.