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?

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