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Part 2:

A set of blue illusions

dance around my eyes

I cut through them, slashing through water

I'm too old for illusions

A watch once running, but now lies aside

broken, thrown in anger, it mocked too much

A list of reasons to be handed over

So as to not hear them if they dare be repeated

Ears deaf to the noise around

Eyes blind to the brilliant scenery

The heart near dead to love

yet the spine stands straight,

now without protest.

Pride is not a thing to be trifled with

Nor for that matter is a friendship

But someone, somewhere, enjoys me at their beck and call

and I'm too old to follow

I'm too old to believe in dreams of knights in shining armor

I'm too old to believe in relationships that stand every test

I'm too old to wait in soltitude for a person who will not come.