Don't You See?

Isn't it hard to see

I am the trees?

Isn't it easy to see

I'm not me?

Isn't is hard to see

my eyes are the sun?

Isn't it easy to see

I am a body, and a body is me?

Isn't it hard to see

I am a gun?

And how easy it is to see

It's all for fun?

How hard is it to feel it,

It's you and you're it;

How easy it is to know

That the earth is part of your hand?

And how hard is it really,

To hear the sound of one hand?

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