We are all Zebras

Author's Note- I was thinking about how sometimes we don’t realize how things really are, or how we really are. We may think we appear one way but we really are something different. I'm not exactly sure how but I connected this to zebras. Maybe in the way that we think our stripes look one way, and when we see our reflection in the water this is what we see, but really nobody else sees our stripes this way. Sorry if you didn’t follow that at all, but this is what I came up with. It is almost like a closed poem, in the way that it flows together and it has a pattern but not really because there are sentences and more complete thoughts. I wasn't sure how to end it so any recommendations for that would be appreciated. Well let me know what you think of it. Thanks

We are all Zebras

What if we were really all zebras? Having no idea whether we have white stripes or black, or if we are really fitting in or sticking out. At one place we would be camouflaged  in our surroundings but in another we are sticking out, the center of attention. Although we really aren't camouflaged at all, because the only one searching for us is color blind, so we are safe, hidden by the color of life. Now by the waters edge, we look in to see our reflection. Only seeing the faded black, and off-white whites, that put us together. Not seeing though that these shades, might just, complement each other.

What if we are really all colorblind? Looking out into the world only seeing the blacks and whites. Not knowing that we are missing out on the rainbow of colors that we haven't yet discovered for ourselves. Happy with just the bases being covered and nothing in-between.

What if we were really all zebras? Believing for a moment those around us are just copying the stripes on your back. Then looking back into the water, now you’re the one colorblind, not the predator searching for you. You are the lion. Hunting down yourself, until you are just part of the scenery. Now, though you don’t have to be afraid that you will be seen or get caught, but just lying low in the grass of your desert.

What if we are really all living in the safari? Searching for water, when you wander too far away, although lost at sea when you are too close to "home." Sometimes gazing into the distance is seems to be a desert, deserted by nothingness, but other times it seems to be a jungle filled with the vines of life to just grab onto.

What if we were really all zebras?  Galloping through the world, like it doesn’t matter, like there are no worries, like there are no lions. But there always are, and always will be. Maybe just created by our mind, although maybe really there. Never  knowing for sure. Looking into the shadows created by the sun, and finding another zebra, seeing the faded blacks, and off-white whites of their stripes, but finally seeing complete.