Are variations of your own,
If you assume that everyone sees the same things,
And that all the same things are known.
But it could be that there's a different knowledge,
Embedded in a different sort,
Rendering a wholly different experience,
Of what you think there really is.
Isn't that depressing?
That there are things under the sky you can never know,
Just because of your positioning.
And it's kind of alright,
That they'll never know what you know, too,
Until you reflect upon the fact that there will always be,
People better off than you.