Just a tire, or a piece of art?
It all depends on who's looking at it
and what they think they are looking at.
I was looking at the reflection.
The rust.
The spokes.
(If that's how you spell it?)
Some that matters to me, matters.
Something that I hold dear, I hold dear.
Not because of you, who think I care
about what you want me to think,
but because I want to think
the way I want to think
and the way He wants me to think.
I don't look at what your thinking about.
I hope I'm looking at way more.
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