Someone else's shoes
Walking in someone else's shoes
Can one walk in someone else's shoes?
Can one see what is not in us to see?
Changing perspectives, changing seats,
still the same set of eyes
I imagine and envision
still my story, my experience.
Changing perspective, changing seats,
what really changes but the form?
what I see can only mean what I make it mean.
and yet I imagine I would do differently
I often say, "if it was me"... how can I know?