We have different worlds,
Though in one world we live.
We go to different worlds,
When this one world we leave.
The end may be at the graveyard,
Or with the burning flame.
The life that we lead right here,
Has different worlds to claim.
Between your world and mine,
There's always a clash,
What I keep it as a treasure,
You throw it in the trash.
It's but the one world of ours,
On a seemingly common ground,
Where with all the facts of yours,
All the absolute lies I have found.
It's a game of hide and seek,
Where none of us can ever trace,
The world of each other,
Though we live in the same place.