Just A Thought

I look outside as the rain falls down,
my troubles, so many, lost to the sound.

Things are not always as they appear to be,
that phrase..the words.. not right for me.

Perhaps things ARE as they appear to be,
our lives, our loves.. as others see.

If this is so, then we master our fate,
we control what enters our gate.

So we tear down the walls, show the world the "me",
then things truly are.. as they appear to be