I may see yellow,
Where you see red
Am I less than you?
Are you alive
Whilst I'm dead?
My thruth is my own,
As is yours
We all see it differently
When we look through other doors
Truth can never Be singular
We all see as we will
Would you lay it upon me
To pay your truths Bill?
While the sky moves for you
Perhaps for me, it's still
And maybe my "never land"
For you, is real