Different paths and different lives,
Some separate themselves with knives.
Different strangers paths do take,
Strangers now our choices make.
So many.

Different rules and different thoughts,
Some are truely ever bought.
Doom and gloom on people's minds,
Watching for their different signs.
So few.

Different looks and different ways,
Our paths divulge through many days.
Different mirrors among our kind,
People struggling in their binds.
So thick.

Different nightmeres, different dreams,
People working with different means.
Some are rich and some are poor,
All hungry, watching, now for more.
So starving.

Different sagas and different books,
Different lines to which they are hooked.
Strangers now our choices make
Through the paths that we do take.
So many.