How can it be that one image

Reflects so many different things

To some hope and aspirations

But yet to others it brings despair

In all its glory for yet others still

An imaginary story of not what

They see but what they feel

Do we see with open minds

Do we view the world the same

Is there individual perception

As there is individual pain

For are not all things relative

To the ones in the centre

No wonder there is no hope

Of the world getting better

How can it be that one image

Means so many different things