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I walk, I stumble, I shuffle along
The world bombarding my eyes
Sinister echoes ripple and disappear
As eternal truths flicker and die

The road is long, the street is quiet
Save for the hum of the futile lights
Sepulchral gloom filling the doorways and alleys
Wasted facades glare down as I walk

A buzz of life, and I turn my gaze
Head still heavy with the throes of reality
A glimmer of hope, all too soon lost
At the pathetic decadence which meets my eye

A fat crowd, awash with joy
Oblivious to the doom and sorrow of the night
They chortle and roll on by
Vivacious and happy, in the midst of the dark

From Caligula to Nero to laughable Quixote,
The delusions of man persist through time
Generation X is not spared from such failings
We believe what we want to believe

I come to a stop, nausea descending
And sit, hands grasping at the reality right before my eyes
This could be any city, anywhere right now,
The condition is the same
Those who see cannot act, and those who can act cannot see
Beset as we are, with the demons of self.