the things we see
in the far ahead
is blurry
sometimes
what we need
to see
and hope to hear
isn't clear
in all the madness
sometimes
what we think is
a rainbow
is nothing but
a cluster of
machinery
mowing us down
only to allow us
to get up
again
hopefully stronger
hopefully wiser
hopefully
more careful
of the mirrors
around us
until we meet again,
mirage
(be)
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