I used to think of how I’d see the world,
But now I think of how the world sees me.
The one is joy, the other is a curse;
I’ve lost all sense of objectivity.
Perspective is a world within a ball
Within a hand within another ball —
I used to think of how I’d see the world,
But now I hardly ever think
At all
To share is human:
Amazing how profound we can be at such an early age! Great poem.