Nobody is pure.
Everything is broken or simulated.
Who can show me truth
In a handful of dust?

Trust yourself, if you will
But beware the stealth
Of love that finds you
Sleeping

Nothing is real.
The concept of reality
Died a hard death

Several ages past
Time for tea

Now. Now we will take
Tea together and talk
About sapphires, garlic,
Mules.

Tell me about the robot
Mules back home....
On your planet