How different we view the universe:
for one it's good, for one it's not.
How different we view the life of ours:
for one it's bad, for another it's hot
How different we view this thing called thruth:
For some it's used to free or to accuse.


For me a lie is a way to lose,
for him a lie is somthing he shoose.
I have always wondered how he view's the world
and me, the blending of our lives?
Now I know: for him I was not a child
but a liar and a thief; we really strifed.
Strange how different we read the past,
is both of us telling the truth, at last.