For what do you search on the horizon?
Do you like your blinkers on,
nothing in sight but dirt track and another horse's ass?
Do you ever get tired of chewing the same piece of gum?
Does it never grow stale in your maw?
Have you grown to love the taste of paper mache?
Have you met my friend John Doe? Haven't I seen you someplace before?
Is it true you rebelled right on schedule, as expected?
Have you ever heard a question before you answered it?
Ever had the pleasure of changing your mind?
Do you know my friend John Smith? Haven't we met before?
You can see over the wall;
the top of the fridge; over the dashboard; into the eyes of another person.
So why can't you see past the end of your nose?
Won't you at least try the Brussels sprouts?
A new world is yours for the taking,
if only you'd bother to take it.
