How different the world would be
if each one of us looked at each other
through pure love's eyes
accepting our faults and limitations
accepting our weaknesses and debilities
noting the difference between the world inside us.
Who are we to judge what makes each other happy?
our wonderful and tragic experiences
shape our futures through memories and lessons
sculpting our personas into infinite universes
full of endless dreams and possibilities
how would we ever look down on others dreams,
when we get lost in ours?
change the way you view, change the way you deem
at the end there's no one more similar and different then you and me