patterns in patterns
emotional chatters
none of it matters
as the mind scatters
instinctive desires
of unwitting liars
the genuine's end
none left to mend
you can hear
many a word dear
but what do they mean?
nothing, it would seem
like a waking dream
illusion all it seems
a beautiful mirage
or a ghastly visage
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