Through different eyes a different Worldwe does see
And what is marvellous to you may not be so to me
But then if on all things we did agree
How boring so boring indeed we would be
In some ways we are similar but difference between us too
What is beautiful to me is not so to you
One person's weed is another's rose
In thinking not all quite the same one suppose
With each other we do play mind games every day
This is how it is to be human in truth one can say
The real you to me will never be known
We are all individuals with ways of our own
But how utterly boring indeed we would be
If on anything we never could disagree.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem