This poem is about bunnies who try to grow aposable thumbs by twitching thier noses...
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XD Good thing it isn't.
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XD Good thing it isn't.
Apathy
Answer me, answer me true
Is there anything out there for me or you?
Answer me, answer me true
Is there any reason why we do what we do?
Is it some sort of imperfection,
To dream an improbable dream?
Is it some sort of tension,
That makes us hate and love?
Answer me, answer me true,
Is there a time and a place for me?
Answer me, answer me true,
Is the truth something we can really see?
Is it some sort of stupidity,
To think we can do anything?
Is it some sort of apathy,
That makes us do what we do?
Answer me, answer me true
What is it we’re destined to do?
Answer me, answer me true
Does anyone care for me as I you?
Answer me, answer me true
Is there anything out there for me or you?
Answer me, answer me true
Is there any reason why we do what we do?
Is it some sort of imperfection,
To dream an improbable dream?
Is it some sort of tension,
That makes us hate and love?
Answer me, answer me true,
Is there a time and a place for me?
Answer me, answer me true,
Is the truth something we can really see?
Is it some sort of stupidity,
To think we can do anything?
Is it some sort of apathy,
That makes us do what we do?
Answer me, answer me true
What is it we’re destined to do?
Answer me, answer me true
Does anyone care for me as I you?