Poetic Girls

What would life be if we were all the same?
It would no longer be a childish game.
We wouldn’t be dancing with fairies, or playing with fire,
And our feelings for each other would never tire.

Narcissism would be the most common of stories,
And we would all share the same former glories.
Life would be futile and trouble-free,
But we all know that that will never be.