trail of dreams;
it must be just ahead.
I’ve often thought
that I was very close,
and at times I’ve been very sure.
But the hard road of life
is full of illusions.
What seems to be opportunity
is a mask for problems.
And people do things
to themselves
that they would not do to others.
For the sake of sanctimony
glorify it as gallant -
true martyrdom!
When the smoke clears
and reality is seen,
we find our opportunities
for what they are.
And we cannot change the truth.
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