better the other than ourselves
I can point to your follies with both eyes closed
And both hands behind my back
And you in return, and we both are right
We'll always deny each other the validity of the knowledge
It's a stubborn trait
A mountain that denies erosion
A stream refusing flow
You are wrong! I am not moving,
Life moves past me!
Deny as we might, the truth takes no heed
And the results, never change.
