perspective

if I saw myself apart from myself
from a hundred years away,
I wonder what I'd change.
To each their own, but each is blind
Do I see that I'm blind?
Two lense and one focus
And that's all it can ever be.
Do I see that I'm in a war?
A war of culture
a war of fame
a war of god(s) with a capital G.
A war that revolves around specifically me -
and specifically everyone else as well.
Do I know who I am?
that sheltered girl from century twenty one, middle class?
but more rich than you might think
that had tears to spare for poetry
and movie scenes and bad days
and songs and wishes to be Peter Pan
or at least a better version of me
(mcbird 2.0. I rather like that.)
Do I even know what I'm looking for?