between a man and his god
there can be no mistaken impressions
no lame compromise
no obvious lies
no subterfuge, no hidden questions
it's like you're talking with yourself
but when you throw in religion
the chalice, the tithes, and the pastor
the vestments, the trappings
like bright christmas wrappings
you worship an earthly master
it's like not listening to yourself
you're not listening to yourself
you're just talking to the wall
letting echoes bounce on past
never answering the call
you're not listening at all
between a man and his dog
you can tell the dog is listening
the signaling tail
the ears at full sail
and his nose and eyes are glistening
it's like you're talking with yourself
when you talk to your dog
it's two halves that make a whole
when you listen to your dog
it's an echo of your soul
it should be your highest goal
not the footwear, it's the walking
that will reach the destination
it's the listening, not the talking
that creates the firm foundation
that makes it a conversation
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