I’m beginning to see
Just how different we are.
Our experience is night and day.
You hear one thing.
I hear another.
I can tell by the things that we say.
You-don’t give-things much-thought.
Your world seems cold.
What a lonely way to be.
It may-seem safer that way.
You may think you can’t help it.
But, I think we choose what we see.
NOT FOR RANT 