lying on a hill

Concept

On top of a hill. Way up on top. You feel tall
powerful.
On a hill. Alone. Why? Why? Why?
Why?
Lonely. So alone. Why?
Why? Why?
Because space, atmosphere, planets, moons galaxies, nothing. No reason. Going where ever but nowhere.
There's no place to go but we do. We do. We just do.
Why do we do what we do, no explanation.
How would it feel to be someone else?
To be your sister, you brother, your parents, your friends...
Your enemies.
If you knew the hatred they had. The thoughts people have about you. Would it help?
Would you change for the better or worse?
Would you know your soulmate, would you have a soulmate?

Would color be different?
Would would would
Would
Wood
One a question one an element of nature but both the same.
Are we not like words.
Different but the same. Humans but girls or boys or black or white or large or skinny or tall or short or happy or sad or religion or not.
Or or or, but the same.
Two legs.
Two arms.
Ten fingers.
One neck.
Two eyes.
One nose.
One mouth.
Two eyebrows.
One head of hair.

BUT

What about someone without hair. Or someone missing a leg or an arm. Missing
Missing missing, gone.
So are we not all the same?