As I sit at the bar
Chatting with friends
Discussing about;
The Past
The Present( if there was such a thing)
The Future

I drift away unconsciously
Among the many people here
Perception
It rings in my mind
As if to signal church has began
I let my mind wonder

Perception

What it would be like
To walk in someone elses shoes
To feel what they feel
To see what they see
To feel what they been through
To see what the past holds back
And what the future has released

Perception

Wanting to live among;
Asians
Europeans
Other Americans, North and South
Other Africans
Australians

Perception

Being taught by
The many religions
Being bought up
In different way
To live among the rich
To live amongst the poor

Perception

The smiling
The happy
The sad
The depressed
The laughing
All the emotions
Pass through me
As if I was a walking ghost

Perception