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?