We're All Different in Our Conformity

a whole life(instantaneous and

fleeting)can be

contained

and explained

in a series of events:

a cry,

a smile,

a laugh,

a sigh,

a kiss,

and silence.

sure, there are things

in between,

like 2am(and 3am and 4am)feedings

and those sadie hawkins dances(the

girls ask the boys, don't you

know)and

awkward, stolen glances

from across

that room,

but strip life

of all its

ruffles and frills

and glittering distractions

and it's all the

same.

we're all the same.

so

why is it that

we try(try, try

try, like the train

in that kid's story

dads always seem to quote)so hard

to convince ourselves

that we're not?