Neva Flores · Apr 6, 2010
Perception

I do not know you
And you do not know me
Our own perception
Is all that we see

I see black and white
You see shades of gray
Where I see hope
You walk away

I live by the old ways
You live by the new
Where I see light
Is darkness to you

Space and silence
Is something I need
Noise and attention
Your senses they feed

I may be wrong
You may not be right
One's perception of things
Is no reason to fight

Neva Flores * Copyright @ 2010
 
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