Significance
A survey sought to sample us
Down to a thousand souls –
I was never questioned though,
So others filled my roles.
But who were these individuals
Standing in for me ?
I always hoped to be unique,
Not cloned so easily !
Am I nothing more than maths,
A mindless analogue ?
Am I so predictable,
A predetermined cog ?
Probably. With seven bill’yon-odd,
The odds are high,
All thinking they’re alone, like me –
Statistically shy.
Rhyming Couplets 