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.
The stars are always in disarray But at the mere thought of you they sashay Before you twinkling and mingling in collective merriment. How you whip up this loyal admiration is a fascination as ancient As yesterday’s headlines. The sun wondrously In isolation marvels at your brilliance that clearly Manifests as your countenance. You thrive On immortality’s soul as each nerve On your body is as ageless as the sun. You’re full of cheer and so much fun. Yours is an incomparable beauty My lovely and charming cutie. A celestial masterpiece you are Your eccentricity spreading wide and far.
Whenever one lays their eyes upon us, What is perceived is something that exists Only at the peripheries of their mind, while Things that makes us, us, are the opposite.
One would gasp in awe at someone's beauty, Shiver in excitement about their courage and might, Imagine countless friends and lovers they have; How success is their husband and joy is their wife.
Surely, for them, talent blossoms like a flowers, And everyone knows when and why they laugh, and joins; And if they ever cry(why would they at all?), More than one soothing arm awaits their call.
While what is unseen lurks beneath beholder's delusions, Who wants to see what one envies most and searches for In oneself in vain. As how they see us is the opposite of us, true, but the opposite of themselves at the time as well.