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It's not a circle
They say the earth
Is oblate spheroid
A language that my mind seems to not understand
But she just shrugs me off
And tell me to look at an orange
The fruit i mean

I look at the globe
Goddamnit it's not even made of marble
It's just plastic! An inflatable plastic
Where its cheap paint, i can scratch off and
Allow the names of the countries to disappear
Making up a dream where no boundaries exist
because the lines are nowhere to be seen

How then am i supposed to learn
That, yes, the world turns
And the distances are long and wide and meant to be traversed
When all you look at
Is the map

Where you don't even pay attention to the time zones on top
I believe the degrees and the inclination are better understood with a 3D model
Where you don't even recognize that even if
We are looking at the same sun and same moon
Sometimes you will always be ahead
That you are convinced
Time is the same
You tell me