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what is the world but a preoccupied fog?
shining lights are bright today,
but the blurs and motions strike me odd.
it seems we've gone the wrong way.
can i fight from the inside? the fog will surely blind me too.
can i sit and wait out here? you're slowly dying in the fume.
oh what is there to do, while the lights confound the new?
i wish to dissipate this mess. that makes me messier than you.