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.