Its going deeper
Things become obvious
Sadly
While not only that
You see the real lines
Dangling saviors
With their chips
Nothing else
Words that fall
No gravity
Zero weight behind them
People in their own caverns
Mirrors painted over
No reflections
Deep and dark
Long and endless holes
But chips are gold
They shine
As it is in this system
The only virtue
Without it
You are what
Returning over and over
To the middle
While hope is fading
Reasons too
Where you see life clearly
As if for the first time
Cold and real
Ugly
Hazy Acres 
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