I'm not the only one

I am not the only one.

I can't think of another statement that takes or gives so much liberty.

I am not the only one who wonders
who questions
who cries my self to sleep
Only to wake up with a laugh and a smile

I am not the only one who fails to understand
who totters between choices
who needs a solid ground
I am not the only one who fails

With this knowledge comes a lack of restraint, but there is more.

I am not the only one who dances in the rain
who frolics in the cold
who sleeps in the sun
awaiting night-fall

I am not the only one who thinks
who creates
who imagines
who exists

And this, seems a form of bondage. I am nothing that no-one else can't be. The difference between us isn't really me. I, in of my self am nothing absurd, but I'm not special either. Until I remember that I'm not just me. Christ is in me, and he has set me free.