There are no real maps
There are none that are true
You lay the sphere of our bellies down flat
And you face a conundrum of view
So why do we learn they are certain
And why don’t we follow or nose
And how did the sailors of ancient
Find their ways to and back home
Mind map, Google maps, star map
Infinite things trapped in lines
Like drawing a circle round an ant
A taunt from wasted time
Mar 10, 2022
Mar 10, 2022 at 12:21 AM UTC
There are no real maps
There are none that are true
You lay the sphere of our bellies down flat
And you face a conundrum of view
So why do we learn they are certain
And why don’t we follow or nose
And how did the sailors of ancient
Find their ways to and back home
Mind map, Google maps, star map
Infinite things trapped in lines
Like drawing a circle round an ant
A taunt from wasted time
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