Texty: Dogwood. Great Literature.

It's all in the way that I see things that you don't
It's all in me having a point of view that you can't
Touch or destruct, delay or confront
Understand or construct

If I gave you answers, you'd shove them right back in my face
What is real? Face up to the consequence of
What will become, your thoughts become numb
I can't wish you there, could I make you care?