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In all of this world, in all of its places
There’s actually, truly, not that many faces
As I get older and get to see more
I see quite a few that I’ve witnessed before
It’s not that there’s only a handful here, no
But more that the billions of faces here flow
From a number of face archetypes somewhat few
Say maybe five thousand, three hundred and two
Give or take. I can’t say that I’ve whittled it down
To a number exact. No, my figures are round
But I’m seeing more noses I’ve already seen
More jawlines, I swear, that have already been
Like a composite sketch artist drew for police
Every person on earth just before their release
From the womb to the public with similar traits
From a limited number of facial templates
Like we’re all at a worldwide strange masquerade
And only a thousand unique masks were made
The rest are just copies with differing sizes
Of tiny details on our fleshly disguises
I know when it gets down to our DNA
We’re all individuals in special ways
But facial variety might have run dry
It might be we no longer diversify
And as I get older I notice it more
I see a face twice, then three times, and then four
And if I survived to a thousand and three
Would every face be familiar to me?
I’d mix up most faces. Mistakes would be made.
I’d see a whole jumble from every decade
We all forget names and remember the face
And sometimes it’s hard to remember, to place
That face combination of meat, skin, and bone
Imagine if most of the faces were cloned
Experience showing the same face refrain
Again and again and again and again
We’d become face-blind as centuries passed
As multitudes of those face patterns amassed
In brains filling up with identical looks
In our mental appendix of face-picture books
Uniqueness is only a product of time
Humanity’s face just a small paradigm
The young see uniqueness through naiveté
Uniqueness gets more common every day
It’s compounded daily until we can’t see
Until, at a point, theoretically
We wouldn’t see differences when we were old
We’d just see one human from one simple mold
I can’t say that one point of view is the best
Newness is life so I can’t here suggest
Peace lies with the old ‘cause that’s plainly not true
But that’s just what I’m thinking. What about you?
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There’s actually, truly, not that many faces
As I get older and get to see more
I see quite a few that I’ve witnessed before
It’s not that there’s only a handful here, no
But more that the billions of faces here flow
From a number of face archetypes somewhat few
Say maybe five thousand, three hundred and two
Give or take. I can’t say that I’ve whittled it down
To a number exact. No, my figures are round
But I’m seeing more noses I’ve already seen
More jawlines, I swear, that have already been
Like a composite sketch artist drew for police
Every person on earth just before their release
From the womb to the public with similar traits
From a limited number of facial templates
Like we’re all at a worldwide strange masquerade
And only a thousand unique masks were made
The rest are just copies with differing sizes
Of tiny details on our fleshly disguises
I know when it gets down to our DNA
We’re all individuals in special ways
But facial variety might have run dry
It might be we no longer diversify
And as I get older I notice it more
I see a face twice, then three times, and then four
And if I survived to a thousand and three
Would every face be familiar to me?
I’d mix up most faces. Mistakes would be made.
I’d see a whole jumble from every decade
We all forget names and remember the face
And sometimes it’s hard to remember, to place
That face combination of meat, skin, and bone
Imagine if most of the faces were cloned
Experience showing the same face refrain
Again and again and again and again
We’d become face-blind as centuries passed
As multitudes of those face patterns amassed
In brains filling up with identical looks
In our mental appendix of face-picture books
Uniqueness is only a product of time
Humanity’s face just a small paradigm
The young see uniqueness through naiveté
Uniqueness gets more common every day
It’s compounded daily until we can’t see
Until, at a point, theoretically
We wouldn’t see differences when we were old
We’d just see one human from one simple mold
I can’t say that one point of view is the best
Newness is life so I can’t here suggest
Peace lies with the old ‘cause that’s plainly not true
But that’s just what I’m thinking. What about you?
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