Whose Dog Is It Anyway

And so it is And so it was And so shall always be This group of smartly sounding words Leaves little hope for you or me Can what will be, be If what was, wasn’t Because what is, isn’t If the truth becomes the lie And the lie follows suit Would that make seeking either A trivial pursuit These questions seek no answer They sit idle in a fog Amused by the lunacy The tail chasing the dog