So alike in our aspirations 
Yet, so far apart in our practicality 
Practical for our roles, regardless of expression 
Those roles that defy human capability. 
 
How alike is alike 
Two prisms colliding as if in a fight 
Histories that are not quite parallel 
Leaving us either gazing in or out of a cell. 
 
Progress isn’t possible when power defines regression 
When our practicality is discerned without flexibility 
Our roles define us if we’re tied to an impossible stability 
So alike in how those powers see us,
So alike in our alienation.