So you think many miles are to go, but not
An illusion, mistaken, it's tunnel vision you got.
The hints of new; reminiscant of old.
What appeared to be riches was only fools Gold.
Spectacles , where are we?
No... not those sort... I can't see.
Blinded by magicians with trickery and falt.
The dillusion becomes so clear to a halt.
Put the trash in and throw it away.
Recylced we are to be thrown out another day.