My hope diminishes as I comprehend the Illusion
It is massive, tedious, and utterly aimless
Beyond it there is nothing
Nothing but a wide barren plain
There is no road, there is no aspiration
Nothing but the dry expanse of the Waste
They imagine reason and justification
They march off into the distance
Then along the horizon, something appears
There are cold desolate mountains
And there is a systematic metropolis
The wanderers try to reason
But they merely continue wandering
They pretend the Mirage is real
But in reality it is utterly pathless.
It is massive, tedious, and utterly aimless
Beyond it there is nothing
Nothing but a wide barren plain
There is no road, there is no aspiration
Nothing but the dry expanse of the Waste
They imagine reason and justification
They march off into the distance
Then along the horizon, something appears
There are cold desolate mountains
And there is a systematic metropolis
The wanderers try to reason
But they merely continue wandering
They pretend the Mirage is real
But in reality it is utterly pathless.
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