I hold to my schedule tight,
seriously, with all my might,
and by my relations caught
I'm immersed in wish and thought.
The possessions that I brought
are from strong illusions wrought.
Thus I built an iron fort
surrounding a delicious court.
Then I realise for naught
it is nothing more than thought.
The vestiges are still there
but arise not anywhere.
They provide a giant lair
well produced from turtoisehair.
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