Or a state of mind,
It's the only thing that you can call,
Reality of any kind,
And you can hold on to whatever you wish,
But if it's days gone by,
The grasp does not limit the distance,
Measured by the ruler of time,
Who makes no exception for anyone,
Who wrinkles your skin and melts your brain,
No matter how much you act like a child,
The results are always the same.
And it's alright,
However you treat it makes no difference,
Among the countless others doing the same,
And the quickly coming infinite
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