Does each of us see the universe from our own perspective? If so, does each of us live in our own perspective-universe? If so, is objectivity impossible and only subjectivity happening? If so, to achieve a cooperative society does each of us have to empathise with each other's unique perspective-universe?
Life's taught me more than school has. As a child, they taught me the basics, Like 2+2 and "To be or not be?", But never the advanced material Such as the key to being happy?
Now as an adult, Having taken a leave from school And being forced to organize my own thoughts, I realize that knowing the truth is only as good As your ability to interpret it. So all those years spent in government issue rooms Learning government issue truths Only taught me to see the world through a government issue lens. But since the truth is now mine, So is the spark of freedom from within.
Before I knew it the sun had come, I had been outside before it decided to arise; I watched the blue bird.
The blue bird was up before everything else Rose before the sun, It pecked at the ground as I sipped my tea
It pulled out a worm and went away I went inside and thought, “I wish I could be a bird. So free and elegant, a nomad of the sky.”
Before I knew it, I was up before the sun, I went on my way with my instincts leading me, I went to a grassy area and stood there. I watched an odd man take a sip from his cup. I pecked the ground and punctured the dirt. I found the worm that was buried inside. The man looked at me with disappointment in his eyes.
I flew away to my branch and thought, “I wish I was human, so powerful, they never have to worry about food, Or a place to live. They get to stay in one spot and never have to leave.”
This poem is about perspective, this piece reminds me of Richard Cory in a way.