We all have our preferences

You and I, he and she

From our individual tastes

In food, friends, music, coffee

 

Friends may say or speak

In ways that influence us

Though, the result be bleak

As no one else can be us!

 

I may glance at one thing

He, she, you at another

Want to punch me when I sing

That can be such a bother

 

I have few plans

Little to no direction

Only doing what I can

With almost no contemplation

 

What I see as beautiful

What you view as ugly

May be totally different

That, is what I can see

 

As the fundamental truth

Of the world we see

Needing little pursuasion, or proof

Of our existing individuality