Fakin' It

I know a place where the moves are fast, Where the party's on and the sound's a blast, Where you're mesmerized, looking through a mask At the plastic faces which parade on past. I know a time when the sights are good, When our snapshot universe is understood, When the times can be read like a comic book, Gaining simpler insights than the artists could. I saw reason once upon a time, When the world was poetry, and I its rhyme, Where my mind's projections almost seemed divine. Then the program ended.
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