Why do we live in a world of clones? Why do we try to look and act like everyone else? That is the hardest question to answer Harder than why is the grass green? Harder than what is the purpose of meaning? I am afraid we will never find the answer to this question. For everyone you ask will give you a different answer Just like beauty it is in the eye of the beholder But I wish I knew I think everyone wishes they knew Life is like a caterpillar so many different stages. Except we still stay in our own cacoon Watching, waiting for that day we will be brave enough To come out and show who we really are And those people who do Are truly beatufull