Our Persceptions

November 20, 2012

Everything I say is a riddle Everything you hear is a rhyme Everything I do is a puzzle captivating time Everything you see is a pattern But I see beauty in everything and I turn the wheels of galaxies What do you see in me?

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KaylaGarrett-EdenNov 20, 2012

This poem is about how everyone thinks they are individualistic but in actuality they are the same as everyone else who happen to also think they are individuals. It is also about how everyone worries about what other people think about them when really they create their own image and they can choose who they become in the future and ultimately they create their own worlds.