Would I dream of the day when I grow old?
Let the memories cherished be not forgotten,
For that would be worse than death.

May I never espy the dismal alibi...
I am making a living.

For living is simply an illusion.
I have come to the conclusion
That everything I have learned is fable,
And the truth of the world is unstable.

The truth is that people are trained to be robots,
Machines programmed to perform duties without opinions:
Simply bland, mindless minions.