No one else

there is no one else like us, 
we are all unique as individuals 

and we can just be the best 

of what we are, 

improve on only ourselves.. 

imitating others just always 

makes for second-best 

and an ongoing struggle 

with our inner being.. 

the strangeness within.. 

such a wonderful 

beautiful person within, 

yet finding himself wanting 

and as such giving each 

only as much as they expect, 

so many masks, incomplete, dissatisfied.. 

yet a yearning need for acceptance 

as a whole.. 

just one touch 

that would cleanse 

a lifetime's hurt 

and make him real, 

alive, full of joy.. 

like being faced with God.. 

a wonder and utter joy within.. 

yet an ache  of still being separate 

and not lose yourself.. 

forgetting everything 

just merge in his being.. 

we each one of us 

is looking for that rainbow 

just over the horizon 

and forget to live 

and enjoy our todays.. 
we worry about the future 

the outcome of things.. 

any happiness that comes our way 

is not enjoyed for itself, 

we question it, 

think of the consequences first, 

something that might never happen, 

which just might not be in our hands, 

a future happening that we miss out on 

maybe the most beautiful moments 

of our lives..