Look

I lay upon a bed and look around and see Books and books and books of nothing but poetry I sit upon the floor and look around and see A bed and dresser and something else not quite hidden from me I stand upon the grass and look around and see Nothing left of the world but animals and trees I'll look from the mountains I'll look from the sees I'll look from the hilltops I'll look from the trees You lay upon a bed and look around and see You may see a phone with a number history You sit upon the ground and look around and see You may see a kitten and your pet puppy You may stand upon the grass and look around and see You may see a squirrel running up a tree You look from the mountains You look from the seas You look from the hilltops You look from the trees But if there's one thing that I know You'll never see the same thing as me