The great pretender

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Yes, that would be me,
you see, I am so used
pretending to be a human,
an adult, a responsible person,
no Smith and Wesson,

I just pretend to be alive,
for now, because the reality
is an illusion, albeit, a really
palpable, tangible one.

We do not pour concrete,
we live some concrete
lives in here, we struggle,
we survive, we thrive,

but in the end we just pretend
to be alive.

Who is the dreamer
living this ethereal dream?
I put the universe
in verse, inverse,
from back to front.

No news on the east front,
we think you don't
know much about such
a dodgy bussiness.

Inverness, Fes, Meknes,
dots on the map,
most just a trap,
what you gonna do when
your steps are reaching
the finish line? Fine,
that is not a break,
no more steak, or lobster,
not a real mobster,
not that vile
to get it right, Sakamoto style.

We
are
only
dust
in
the wind!

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