This is a place of many illusions
We live within the biggest illusion
Called this blessed world
Where yet another big illusion
Fools us all the while
We call this illusion as time
Our body is not what we see
It is just sound and light you see
The five elements are just the crust
And will soon turn to dust
Our soul is a flower
Which is so soft and tender
But who will believe me
Until, past these illusions they can see
The wildest illusion of them all
Is my ****** poetry so small
For it is not really mine or thine
Just falling onto my paper
From whence I cannot decipher
Life is another illusion
A blessing received by this pauper
Death yet another illusion
While we actually live forever
This is the place of many illusions
Leading to people with delusions