A Question of Perspective

Here I sit, with my eyes on the universe around me
I create my own world,
in my own mind space.
My chair is tilted forwards,
peering onto the objective world beyond.
Past my subjectivity is another world
with another person inquisitavely glancing at me
We are from different planets
seeing foreign galaxies.
He from his blue, lensed binoculars,
me from by chair.
The bug on the window is looking back and forth
seeing the two separate worlds;
side by side.
Who's perspective is real?
Is the world simply composed of
millions of subjective scope?
Is it all just an illusion?
We shall never know
We'll just continue observing
everything around us
million of eyes
from millions of places
and mind space.

A Matter of Perspective

I sit here on the edge of my world
peering onto the universe beyond
My world exists within my own mind space
within my subjectivity
Before me is the objective surroundings of the OTHERS
the window is my perspective
Staring back at me are a pair of binoculars
The blue lensed binoculars are observing my world
The bug on the window sill is the middle man
caught in between the two separate worlds
which is real?
Whose perspective is valid?
What is reality... within this universe made up of
SUBJECTIVE WORLDS & MIND SPACES.

Anonymous