This world, somewhat melancholy
To the pessimists who don’t know
What truths lie behind the lines
Of what is real and what is.
Feel, give me that, just feel
For one day and see what can
Flourish or fall, but feel all the same

My world, somewhat disorienting
Between the head and the heart
To which never agree on terms
Of what is sense and what is.
Feel, what is right, once thought
For one day I’ll see what can
Blossom or break, but feel all the same.

Your world, somewhat calculating
Between art and history
To which one will never be sure
Of what is great and what is.
Feel, maybe not, but form
For one day you’ll see what can
Create or ruin, but feel all the same.

Peter, someone I admire
After the bad, maybe the first
Of which that I want to know more
Of what is__and what is.
Feel, believe it, and pair
For one day we’ll see what can
Conjoin or part, but feel all the same.