I Wonder

I wonder what it’s like
To be everyone else.
What do they think about?
Talk about?
Feel?

What’s it like
To be short
And look up at everyone else?

What’s it like
To not have a home,
To sleep on the street?

What’s it like,
Having different fears?
Does anyone have the same as mine?

Does everyone have thoughts,
Or ideas,
Or souls?
Does everyone have challenges
Or do some go through life easy?
Is anything for sure?