So much news till everything looks the same.
What’s to explain? Human sense comes through name.
I see what I see. You tell me how?
If it flaps at midnight chances are it’s a crow.
That’s pretty farfetched but I’m lazy to the core.
I’ve never seen an owl and furthermore
do I want to spy all night without an adieu?
The name is victory and you are you!
Society is proof under the fiction of eyes.
Whatever sounds real is open to disguise.
Imagine how boring it would all be
if I believed in you in perfect harmony.
I give you my word I sometimes believe you.
If I didn’t I wouldn’t talk. I’d just grunt pu
knowing full well bat, bird and flee
have a deeper sense of senses than little old me.