I don’t know where we are.
Is it far or near?
We are here, not there.
Are they
A long way?
One hour?
One day?
Is it true
What they’re telling
Or fake?
Are we awake?
It’s roundabout
This feeling of doubt
Clouding the atmosphere.
Nothing is clear!
We’re victims of mystery,
Believing history.
A version anyway.
Depending on what
they say.
And why.
Is it high
Or low?
Is it wide
Or long
Are we slow.
Not right,
But wrong?
We don’t know
where to change things now
Let’s take a bow
Abandon cars
And travel the stars!


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