Terminal Uniqueness

Used to think that we were oh so unique

That about us, there was a certain mystique

No one could be like us, so we were told

When God made us, he broke the mould

Secluded in a void, no real life in our soul

Belonging in another time, a square block in a round hole

No one could feel, they way we did inside

Suppressing any feeling, we would run away and hide

Things progressively got worse, we were wearing out

We would medicate our problems, so life we could forget about

Till grown so desperate, we finally did seek aid

Found somewhere we fit in, and there is where we stayed

And when we did listen, we found to our surprise

That we were not unique, it was just a cunning disguise

For if we were all alone, it gave us the excuse we needed

To ruin ourselves and our families, and medicate unimpeded

Now without justification, there really is no cause

For us to do ought but progress, and improve all our flaws

Though there might be some temptation, to give up and turn back

When fear is very strong, and it is courage that we lack

We get our strength from a loving God, who will help us persevere

Alone we can't defeat our ills, He will help us to fight the fear

Isolated we accomplish little, with us there is a weakness

We suffer from a recurring ailment, which is terminal uniqueness

By Douglas A. Walker

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