Maps and Territories

I like to make generalizations about the world I live in
Filtering out whichever details I haven't already learned
I like to make classifications for all of the things that I find
This is like that one and that is like this one
Sorted as different kinds

Waxing on or waxing off
Painting the fence
Sanding the floor
The map is not the territory

The boy in the bubble can't stop himself from rolling down a big hill
Bumping his head makes him forget the lessons he's already learned
Like Jills to his Jack
Everyone follows him like they've all just gone blind
When they reach the bottom
They curse the ones who chose to stay left behind

Waxing on or waxing off
Painting the fence
Sanding the floor
The map is not the territory

Waxing on or waxing off
Painting the fence
Sanding the floor
The map is not the territory

Waxing on or waxing off
Painting the fence
Sanding the floor
The map is not the territory



Credits
Writer(s): Todd Eugene Bridgeman
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