Upside down, yes upside down,
this world is a funny place,
but would I see it differently
if I wore another face.
I suppose it depends where you're standing.
Over here or over there.
Or if you're wearing rose coloured glasses
and then reality isn't anywhere.
People can stand next to each other
and view the exact same thing.
When asked to describe what they saw,
their descriptions have a different ring.
Why do we see things differently
not only visually but also in thought?
I suppose that's why we're individuals
by seeing what we haven't been taught.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem