Illusions
Illusions all around me
Faces but no names.
Daily loud reminders
of humans crazy games.
Sometimes I get so tired
Of all this bloody waste.
What will have to happen
For us to our illusions break?
We throw away our souls
Like crumpled candy wrapper.
Chasing fame and fortune
as if that's what really matters.
Or so we tell ourselves
when loneliness prevails.
When our hearts feel weary
as we hide beneath our shells.
When cold winds blow
and fears and worries grow,
illusions are sweet comfort
compared to the unknown.
Illusions, like a house of straw,
may seem real not a lie at all.
But then one day wisdom calls
and down comes all the walls.
(Citizen Z)
''When you look in the mirror,
what do you see?
Do you see the REAL you or
what you have been conditioned
to believe is you?
The two are so, so different.
One is an infinite consciousness
capable of being and creating
whatever it chooses.
The other is an illusion
imprisoned by its own
perceived and programmed
limitations.''
(David Icke)
about the image: Water colour on bad, bad thin paper.
Edited in Elements.
