3:42 AM

We meet people everyday.

Not knowing their lives,

Not knowing their stories;

It’s a scary thing to think of. 

But knowing that they’re human;

Knowing they are mortal,

It makes you wonder:

Why are some people more liked than others?

Why are there idols in society, 

When we could all expire tomorrow? 

In this sense,

I’m a little less afraid,

Because I know,

No one is less than I am,

But also,

No one is better than me.