How do you see the world?
How do you see others?
How do you see me?
Somedays you must feel like you are at the Mad Hatter’s tea party
Me saying the strangest things, telling you up is red and the number 5 is west
When I ask you to sew
Somedays you must feel like you are on Jupiter
The gravity so massive and safety is across the galaxy
When I ask you how your weekend was
Somedays you must feel like a helium filled birthday balloon
If you let go you might never come back down to earth
When you finish your project
Somedays you must feel like you are in calculus III knowing only addition
Nothing makes sense, the words too complex and crying should be the solution
When I say we should compromise
Somedays you must feel like me, just normal
but I might
ever be able to understand how you feel and see the world
But I know that I will always try