A Horse Of A Different Color

A horse of a different color

I am not the same

There is some resemblance

I carry the same name

I don't fit the mold

I think a different way

And yet I still belong

Each and every day

I walk a different path

Which changes as I go

I want to change the world

I want so much to grow

I see through my own eyes

And see through their eyes too

Which filters through my mind

And creates a different view

We are much alike

But I am my own author

This simply makes my life

A horse of a different color

Sometimes when I look at the circles that I am a part of I wonder why things look so different to me.  And yet some things are enough alike to still be a part of the circle.  When I look at my family of origin, I see the similarities and the differences.  When I look at my children, I see how we are alike and yet we all have different interpretations of life.  When I consider my friends, we see some things the same and some things opposite.

Is it really so bad to be different?  Would I really want to be a part of a world where everyone is the same?  The beauty of life is often in our differences.  How would I grow if we were all the same?  How would I become more if there was only one view?  If we all made paper, who would make pens?  Who would write books?  Who would read them? 

Aren't we all a horse of a different color?

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