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What was the first? The chicken or the egg?
You kind of wake up, but the dream continues.
Left you trace will disappear after five hundred years.

Life - allegedly attraction
And I would hide behind the idea, like Zorro from the eyes of a person.

Information mutants
Locked in incubators.
The book as a source of knowledge:
Repeat to yourself the thoughts of others like a mantra.

Groundhog Day meets veil of sleep - fog,
Enveloped illusion everyday theater-deception,
Where everyone wears a mask again, as if nothing had happened.

Words still absorb you like a grain of sand wave ocean
But even in the stone bushes sprout seeds, drawn up vines,

Unite the tribes, and the echo of laughter, imagining the Shaman.

just try to enjoy the moment,
puppet raises in the air the words "applause"
you think you have a choice? but he's not here. . .