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Looking around at all that is real

And yet illusions we can but feel

Plagued by the old

Not making the new

Abandoning the lonely road

For one with a smaller load

Trapped in this shell of wonder and despair

Free to break out but going nowhere

A fleeting glimpse of all that is

And all that will be when we're gone

We act our parts in perfect style

And live our lives for a while

Escape lurks in many different forms

Its siren call descends on the norms

To ascend above the rest takes little

All who try can reach this goal

And the powers of the land

Will be at your command

Making our trails from day to day

Heeding the masses all that they say

Loving a few

Disliking some

Following the age old path of yore

And striving for little more

Trapped in this shell of wonder and despair

Free to break out but going nowhere

A fleeting glimpse of all that is

And all that will be when we're gone

We act our parts in perfect style

And live our lives for a while