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Subjective,

Not I,

I have no time for that.

I must populate my world anew with every glance.

Cold,

Callous,

Unreasonable!

Say why should I involve myself with side shows?

With these tedious and tiresome petty soaps,

For when I turn my back,

The misery goes.

One day I’ll tire of this illusion,

I’ll turn and dream some other dreams

And then,

You’ll fade away,

This whole dire world of men.

Subjective,

Not I,

I have no time for that.