JG (march 12 1950 / Denver Colorado)

Maybe

If the sky were not blue,
And the oceans were pink.
I suppose it could happen,
What do you think.

Things are not always,
What they appear to be.
Maybe I am you,
Or perhaps you are me.

Maybe I am not even a human,
Maybe I’m a lady bug.
Crawling around in a garden on a flower,
Snug as a bug in a rug.

Are we really different,
Or all just the same.
Perhaps we are just components,
Of one huge video game.

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