If all of this were really real
And not some cogent dream,
Then I could trust the way I feel
And be the one I seem.

But all of this is just a veil –
A thing both thin and sheer –
And yet the way it hangs can’t fail
To hide what’s truly here.

It isn’t that I need to try
To see what’s going on;
No sooner do I wink an eye
Than all illusion’s gone.

It’s just that, in the course of things,
I’m anxious what the future brings.

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