the young dream chase
the run, the race
first one to the mirage
is bathed in bliss
we stay in our lane
solipsism's barricade
overdosed on stimuli
the blue-light insomnia
raised, praised and
sugar-teased at the lip
idolize the smile that
gleams most before you
the feed bin's overstocked
the feeding hours extended
lights hang above the mirage
as they play that catchy jingle
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