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What if Horton Hears a Who Is Real
and we live in a speck of dust?
What if Horton hears a who is real
and we live on a speck of dust
completely at the mercy
of fickle windy gusts?
Who is to say what reality is?
For nothing stays the same
once you close your eyes and dream,
and someone calls your name.
“Hello in there,” it says to you.
“Is anybody home?”
What would you do if that voice cried out,
“I’m in here all alone.”
Here is here and there is there but
where is somewhere else?
Where could you go, what could you do
if that voice asked you for help?
What if you open both your eyes?
Perhaps the dream will end.
But then again I could be wrong
and you’ll dream…