Okay, this poems getting random

A coin on a cliff,
a giant on a speck of sand,
two people side to side,
or the different personalities between you and me?

You,
and me,
and everyone in the world,
all adults,
all children,
all plants, 
all dogs,
all animals,
all foods (especially potatoes),
all paper,
all material,
all schools,
all buildings,
are different.

May I ask, 
What in the world is the same?

A paper, and an other paper?
No, nothing is the same.

Not the present,
nor the past,
not the future,
or time being.

Not the farmers,
nor the potatoes,
nor the iphones,
or the ipods.

Okay, 
this poem's getting random.