The People say I’m honest.
The Crowd says I’m lying.
I’m Falling says the pessimist,
But the optimist says I’m Flying.
The Preacher says I’ve been reborn.
The doctor says I’m dying.
Therapy says I’m full of scorn.
I say I let it all out crying.
You can’t see the ground at night,
But you can see the stars.
Is this a lover’s fight,
Or just a way to break my heart?
I see you through the looking glass,
But haven’t looked through the window pane.
Perspective will take life’s flask,
And then everything will change.