Point of View
By isa
Feeling every ounce of strength drained from meI cannot stand, I cannot speak.Lift me atop your shoulders and give me the viewOf your life.Let me look through your mindLet me see the colors that you see...Do we see the same?Or as the opposite as i've always suspected?perhaps we all see thesameAnd percieve it differentlyPerhaps red to me is blue to youBut you call it red still.Perhaps the world is a wheelAnd we are the gerbils.Have you ever wondered?The world doesn't wonder enough. Written November 17th, 2001 © on Nov 17 2001 09:16 AM PST 0 • 10
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"Feeling every ounce of strength drained from meI cannot stand, I cannot speak.Lift me atop your shoulders and give me the viewOf your life.Let me look through your mindLet me see the colors that you see...Do we see the same?Or as the opposite as i've always suspected?perhaps we all see thesameAnd percieve it differentlyPerhaps red to me is blue to youBut you call it red still.Perhaps the world is a wheelAnd we are the gerbils.Have you ever wondered?The world doesn't wonder enough...."