What if you brought up a child to believe that a knife was a fork and a fork was a knife and in there formative years, that’s all they knew.

Then eventually, someone challenged their way of thinking.  Who would be right?  Is there a right answer?  Is it any different to growing up in a different culture with a different language?

Green is blue

Fork is knife

Walk is run

Death is life.

Summer’s cold

Desert sun too

Imagine a world, where

Green is blue.

Where curtains are driven

While a car is a yawn

Religion’s a dinner

Sap? New baby born.

A neuro path formed

From earliest days

Is fixed and is set

Like concrete in ways.

But change can occur

When we question what’s true

When beliefs are replaced

Then green can be blue.