This World


As people in down feathered parkas sip warm herbal tea,
I wonder what this world might be,
If our reality now had failed to last,
As well as all the times that’ve passed,
with all the dances, passion, and times of our lives,
If instead they were forever oceans in our eyes.
Oh what a world this place might be,
If we weren’t us,
And I weren’t me.

Would we know Michael Jackson, or Vincent Van Gogh?
Elvis Presley or Marilyn Monroe?
Though who is to ever know-
What a world this place might be,
If we weren’t us,
And i weren’t me.

Would we then see the difference,
between black and white?
Would we then know the difference,
between wrong and right?
Undoubtedly we will never see,
What a world this place might be,
If society had never seen,
We as us,
And I as me.

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