Selling the fiction

Show this paradise
Blown out of proportion
This facile lie
Given shape in our minds

“I need a vacation”
Like that will help
Everything waiting on the way home

Find out the problems
The stressors
The energy vortexes

Pare them away
Until only you remain

Rather walk
Your hand in mine
Than take a thousand trips
Without you

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