One

So, what am I if not a riddle?

What of you if not a problem

And all of us, unknown, unsolved drifters

All under the cloud, yet one Sun to pierce it all

What do I seek that you don’t need

What do you solve that is only yours?

All of us, poking the same, sliding the same time

All under the surge, yet one wave to roll us to land

Billions of us, of same make, similar expiry

Alike our Battles and alike, the ink in our diary

Small our span, smaller still our stride

All under the spell, yet one view to fix it all