Been really busy, haven’t been able to do anything to put up here until now. This is just a smallish poem about perspective. Hoping I can add a bit more soon.
Are all colours just all the same?
Yellow, blue, green they are all just names
To describe something we can’t describe,
Something we had inscribed
Is that we all see the same colours
But few people recently decided that be wrong,
There are always others
With a different opinion to how a song
Affects how they feel, and what it means,
In the world we live in
It’s full of different things we all perceive differently and it seems
To us that it’s all actually real but what if this brown violin
Is green in one person’s eyes?
All our life we would be told
That blue is the colour of the vast skies
But if we all saw things the same way things would get old,
If we all had the same perspectives we would end up being bored
As we all snored in symmetry or never learn to be more evolved
So, are all our perspectives the same?