Beyond that is all, and deep inside,
there lies a city in my mind.
A city of fiber-glass and rain.
One I dream to return to again.
I see in my dreams,
a machine that keeps turning;
spinning the wheels of reality.
Bustling with livelihoods transcendent;
too different from mine.
Since then I've seen with mine eye,
the mechanisms we churn by,
that place we'll 'turn to,
before we live and die.
I saw with mine own eye,
the space we live by.
A city of fiber-glass and rain;
A place I will never visit a'gain.
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