There's a dog in me that sees the world as it is
There's a man that denies everything he sees
Why is it so hard to reconcile;
and why must we be so far apart
The world stands still for one;
and moves for another
Flowers seem to bloom
And flowers were always in bloom
Why can't I be the dog
Why can't I be the man
Only one of us is bothered
Why must we move when we can rest
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