It’s complicated, the way we see,
Our perspectives differ, as can be.
What’s clear to me, may not be to you,
And what you find easy, I may find hard to do.
Sometimes it’s black, sometimes it’s white,
But often it’s gray, in our sight.
We all have our biases and beliefs,
Which color our thoughts like autumn leaves.
So let’s try to understand and respect,
That our views may not always connect.
For it’s complicated, the way we see,
But we can learn from each other, you and me.