Something that seems so great and wonderful, then passes as quick as the
wind, burning your face for being a fool.
Always perishes when in your reach, teasing you, and finding pleasure in
your pain.
I'm a mirage, arent you? and your neighbor? and this so called paradise of a
town?
Looks great in the distance, and just what you need, till you find
dissapointment, disapointment in everything!
Everyone and thing is fake. So that beautiful distant image is, in fact, to
good to be true. Dont stride for it, and waste what breath your speard.
Its just a mirage!
 
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