What is it like to be you?
I see only from my point of view
What is it like to be me?
You guess by what you can see.
What if I stepped in your shoes?
What if you wore my brain?
Would we be hopeless, confused?
Or better understand one's pain?
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
Popular Posts
-
So... Wednesday... The night before my presentation, I looked something like this... I felt really tired, to be quite honest. Too tired to b...
-
Soaring from the wind a river of mist flowing o'r my shoulder There is no descent and the climb becomes colder yet I shall climb higher ...
I love this poem!
ReplyDelete