The Illusion

Is just to keep talking enough?

Knowledge is a point of view

So, what is a lie?

So, what is The Real?

There is no true way to know

All through your life you are told

To know many things and believe

That all that you touch

You hear, see and feel

Belongs to your knowledge bill

But if senses fail to realize

Most manifestations we are bound to

Some things we think we know

Others we can’t even think of

But, in despite of us, do exist

Try to think of a world of newborn facts

Forms, beings, perceptions we can’t feel

Lateral borderline

The ocean of Light renewed

To which we are far from, being in

We live an illusion, you know

The one we call reality

Sometimes we are sad

Sometimes we can cheer

And return to our status quo

Then we are bought and we’re sold

We amuse ourselves not to think

There’s no real lore

There’s no real thing

Maybe even yourself don’t exist

Maybe even yourself don’t exist