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Hush the voice said in my head

You are but the walking dead

That lives an illusion of being alive

An illusion mistaken and so contrived

You only come to life at night

You do not possess any foresight

And precious little hindsight 

For in this moment that you exist

You are merely a ghost convinced

That what you’re doing is living

But you are pure and simply spirit

Existing without misgivings 

Attempting to live this bravely

But because this life is illusory 

Who can you die in bravery

If you have not lived courageously 

And the fact you became so absorbed

In this unreality, looking foolishly

As we do, should tell us the whole truth

That all the things we thought we knew

Are numbered not in many but as few.