So quickly that,
You have no faith any longer,
In the facts,
Like that things were never actually,
Really that bad,
The foul mood you found yourself in,
Had no connection to the past,
Or the world can change as quickly,
As you change your pants,
Or even when you change them,
As if your clothes give you your only chance,
Of being alright,
The clothes do make the man,
When the man thinks of the clothes,
As a reflection of his plans.
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