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Is it real, this thing about us?
We spend our mornings on the bus.
Going to work, knowing how it will be.
Is there not anything better for you and me?
Our world is in a constant change.
Now tell me. Isn't it strange?
Our lives are small and matters not.
To the worlds greater plot.
But we are truly parasites.
Lurking in the nights.