Perspective Poem by Anthony Levitt

It's in the water and I cannot see. Amongst mine eyes it would seem to not be.

A vision of the world in a pool of green, which ought to be blue.
My misunderstanding the concept of the so called truth seems to hurt you.

But what is this confusion? There seems to be no path.
What does it mean when my opinion makes you cry whilst I laugh?

So I calculate all the sums and I've worked it all out in my head.
Yet just when I think I've got this figured out, a change occurs and I have to make another side step.

It seems we can't agree to the terms because we always seem to fight.
Apparently if you ask anyone their view is right.