Great Literature - Dogwood

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?