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
