If I have to
believe in what I see the best,
I see the
Sun moving from what I call east
To a place I
call the west.
I see the
empty space above me
I call the
sky which isn’t quite there, still there for free.
Yet I have
to believe in what sees my silly head,
If I didn't see me pop alive,
I wouldn't see me dropping dead.
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