The afternoons, we watch TV,
our eyes glued to Another World,
pretending it’s reality.
We spend The Days Of Our Lives
stuck in quiet desperation,
hoping for, in The Guiding Light,
glimpses of a real relation.
As the World Turns beneath us,
rolling heedlessly on and on,
and All My Children are neglected,
hypnotized, automatons.
So we sit and stare, letting
mind and blood congeal,
aptly forgetting:
if there is One Life To Live,
make it real.
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