but you know that you aren't really here.
You're somewhere else dear.
That place that you always avoid
but yet always end up here.
The place where you plan everything
that really means nothing
nothing of youth
You miss the days of being aloof
When you could think clearly of anything you wanted
without proof 
of human instinct getting in the way
You love it, this place
all feelings opake 
Your mind out of pace
a clock on the face
the face of the world
the world we face
by ourselves.
The new human race.

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