If a tree falls in a forest
Does it make a sound
When the woods are open and
There's only three people around
One of them remembers it
As clear as it was day
Yet as to wether it was real or a dream
She cannot really say
The second has no memory
But he wouldn't say it didn't occur
And he has the vauge memories of after
When little echoes could be heard
And the third may know the answer
But the other two can't ask
Because going down that road
Is taking the devil out of the flask
So did the tree really fall?
Or more important still
Can anything they remember be trusted
Wen they tell their stories as they will
Oct 12, 2017
Oct 12, 2017 at 10:23 PM UTC
If a tree falls in a forest
Does it make a sound
When the woods are open and
There's only three people around
One of them remembers it
As clear as it was day
Yet as to wether it was real or a dream
She cannot really say
The second has no memory
But he wouldn't say it didn't occur
And he has the vauge memories of after
When little echoes could be heard
And the third may know the answer
But the other two can't ask
Because going down that road
Is taking the devil out of the flask
So did the tree really fall?
Or more important still
Can anything they remember be trusted
Wen they tell their stories as they will
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