Frame of Reference

My reality might be The opposite of yours. You may think the words I write Are merely metaphors. Some may be, I’ll give you that, But mostly they’re the truth, A frame of reference I’ve been in From early days of youth. Of course, that frame’s expanded As experience has grown. We each exist within a world We cling to as our own. But oftentimes I get a jolt That knocks me for a loop. What’s obvious to me Is not to others on the Soup. Within my frame of reference I describe the things I’ve seen. I’m shocked when those beyond that frame Do not know what I mean.