You Needn't Be You

You could be anyone else,
Anywhere else,
For all the difference that
It makes.
People are people,
And fundamentally,
We are all the same.

I could be in
Canada,
Tokyo,
New York
Or Oslo,
But it wouldn’t make
The slightest bit of
Difference to how I
Feel.

I’d still be hazy and
Dislocated,
Detached and
Confused,
Bewildered and
Bemused,
Defeated by my own
Abstract perception.

So you needn’t be you,
Striding resplendently
Within your aura
Of untouchable bliss.

It is a wonderful ability
Of mine,
To carry my depression
Wherever I may choose,
Until the people just seem like
Consequences of their
Environments,
Whose sole purpose
Is for blending with my
Blues.