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Illusion


Chasing goal after goal Receiving short term pleasure Seeking self control Never fully grasping the treasure Getting bigger and bigger Some surprise themselves Started off as a mud diggers Ending up richer Desperately aiming for the pleasure though the mayhem Some were obsessed with getting better With their regretful memories haunting them some succumbed to societial pressure Both have the same end destination What do they leave behind? experience different sensations Except The Long term peace of mind The end latches onto them while they are on cloud 9 grabbing it's clutches onto them Stopping them from being blind Realizing where they were They Wished they could turn back the time
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