To get stuck in a rut,
And imagine you're going places,
But,
If you stop and look around you,
You might notice that others,
Are actually moving and you're disoriented,
Into feeling your motion is forward,
Until the moment you wake up,
And all your joints are aching with the truth,
That the illusion of motion's been deceiving,
You since the moment that you left youth.
And it's alright,
At least you'll think that until the next phase,
When you realize that it's really too late,
For this motionless life to be saved.
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