Headless embrace an easy life a lift down the seventh floor to a foyer and doors that open automatically a café serves one from cooking peeling potatoes and ready-made salads a walk in the avenue of shops that have empty words while expensive cars drive driven by owners whose sense of beauty is a Musk truck dead steel against the greening grass then you know there will never be dog hair on the sofa, and there will be no happy, friendly dog you're here and she is content You plan your escape from the trivial, how fast a lift takes to ground level, but meet an obstacle called old age and the maidens have gone Finally, you see yourself in the bathroom mirror the ultimate purveyor of truth, the loss is absolute, but despite that dreams are bigger than you whisper and tell you of a way out