Perspective

By Sydney Reese

Perspective is the root of everything 

All flowers of opinion 

Bloom from their subjective roots 

Roots that can always be sown 

What more could a writer ask for 

Than to change a readers perspective 

A small shift in the way they perceive  

An adopted opinion, becoming respective 

Perspective cannot be sown 

Except through words 

Therefore a writer has incredible power 

With every shift in recollected record 

A shift in view 

That makes the reader 

Deeply think through 

The words conferred 

Maybe a soft laugh 

Maybe a sly smile 

Maybe a twinkle in the eye

Maybe a lingering thought that lasts a while 

Again, what more could a writer ask for 

Than to change a readers perspective 

A small shift in the way they perceive  

An adopted opinion, becoming respective 

What if Adam ate the forbidden fruit 

And blamed it on Eve 

The possibility of that being true 

Is high, because, after all

Men have the adam’s apple 

Stuck in their throat, proof to us all

What if the devil wasn’t made with horns 

What if those horns were once a halo 

Snapped in half by sin

Turned sharp, and left to grow 

What if treehouses are graveyards 

Not the joy of a kid 

But the grief of a kind 

For a tree holds his dead cousin 

While humans blindly climb 

What if the stars 

Are simply holes punched 

In the container afar  

So we breathe, so we aren’t crushed   

Hearts keep us alive 

They are responsible for love 

For kindness, for romantic drive

But yet, intentionally caged

By our ribs inside, 

They are culprit of the corrupt outside

Loving a rose is easy 

It’s ordinary to love the beautiful 

But loving a leaf is odd 

It’s beautiful to love the ordinary 

A pawn is weak

A queen is strong 

But in the end 

The pawn can respawn 

The sun it great 

But it brightens the bright 

I’d rather be the moon 

And brighten someone’s night 

Promises shouldn’t break 

Promises should hold ties 

But promises are simply words 

Worse than words, promises are the sweetest lies 

Adventure is dangerous 

Adventures can kill 

But routine is far worse 

Routine makes you still 

No room for growth 

No change of opinion 

Yes, no danger 

But also no freedom 

Again, what more could a writer ask for 

Than to change a readers perspective 

A small shift in the way they perceive  

An adopted opinion, becoming respective