Who sees clearly?
It certainly isn't me.
I don't really see you,
And you will never truly see me.
Who says I see things like you do.
Do you see the same colors I see?
Is the blue I see the same as yours?
Perhaps we just learned to call them the same.
How different the world for us.
Yet we call it by the same name.
Feb 27, 2015
Feb 27, 2015 at 3:24 PM UTC
Who sees clearly?
It certainly isn't me.
I don't really see you,
And you will never truly see me.
Who says I see things like you do.
Do you see the same colors I see?
Is the blue I see the same as yours?
Perhaps we just learned to call them the same.
How different the world for us.
Yet we call it by the same name.
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