The Cycle

Continuously, raindrops fall,
the differences obscure.
Pressured to their core,
the raindrops freeze.

How unique.

Frozen now, the raindrops pile
unique-ness is now a forgotten dream.

Forever the cycle continues,
the endurance - the shame.
Shackles binding us all,
keeping us in lock and chain.

How unique,
that's a lie.
Oh, 'tis a lie.