we were and are, but now we’re not. dichotomies, lobotomies, a life of empty calories, a bit of land, but still not quite a plot — we were and are, and yet we cease to be: i once was tough, but now i’m just a jerk — they say we work to live, not live to work, but through this mist, it’s kind of hard to see
No matter if ‘we were and are, but now we’re not’ I can not deny the brilliance of such a great poem my friend.