If everyone were like me
there would be no more problems
except the ones I have with myself
which might be all of them

If everyone were like me
we would all
put down our guitars
and pens
and lie on the ground
and get up
and walk around

If everyone were like me
we would look at one another
and see this look
that we knew we had
and couldn’t escape
and we could feel it on ourselves
trying to tear through the skin

If everyone were like me
life would be death
and the dead
would mourn the living
If everyone were like me
we could still be less
and the boundaries reset
creation in the space of breath