Solipsisim

Lyrics:

© GemmyF
A tree fell in the woods
and the sound of it as it drop
was made but not heard
the waves that poured forth
and it finally roared back
as it was being cut to bits,
but only the bugs heard it fall,
not the bugs in the TV or your
phone but the microscopic kind
that eat and eat making the ground fertile
so Carrots and brocoli can grow on it.
Oh Solipsism, oh the selfish thought of Solipsism,
and can anything else really exist.

How about the tree as it sits in my hands as
I play these notes does it know, and does it
coorporate with my intention to break free of Solipsism,
oh breaking free to see something greater than me, Solipsism,
you've got a hold of me, but not my guitar,
it's just dead,
but not for the bugs that were wanting to eat it,
laying on the ground.
laying on the ground.

Oh Solipsism, oh the selfish thought of Solipsism,
and can anything else really exist.