Turn the glass around.
Vantage a point of view,
relativity the ground.
Socialites are we,
needless to say,
blind as a bat is
heedless to day.
Space and time spin
around each other.
Illusion is a reality
we've yet to discover.
Searching in a maze
as flat as paper,
we wont put it off
"just do it!"...later.
Only thing is certain
is taxes and death,
one steals your life
the other takes your breath.
Lifes not what it used to be
the nostalgic sigh.
But then lifes a bitch
and then you die!
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