My world is more than the illusion of my self
The possibilities are manifold
Although it left me in vain and fickle health
I can transcend and walk the path of gold
Those who see it, the grand illusion
Judge me superficially
Enamouring themselves of the same delusion
Taking me cosmetically
Not getting the real soul self beneath
They capture and devour me like foxes
I flutter like a falling leaf
Fitting me in to their labels, boxes
Not caring for my heart's vocation
Nor its passions, or creations