Yep! Wipe that sweat off your forehead.
That is real real. The only real.
The road behind, a trail of flummoxed dust.
The road ahead, a mirage of unreal impossibilities.
And all around you, catch-me-if-you-cans of
all things dear to you,
Poof-poofs of brick, metal and flesh.
Yep! Wipe that sweat off your forehead.
That is real real. The only real.
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