ILLUSIONS

The Old Saying Goes Nothing Is Truly Ever What It Seems

I Believe Everything Is How You Chose To See It,

If Nothing Is Really Ever What Is Seems

Then There Really Isnt Anything To "Seem"

My Perceptions Change By The Day

Too Much Time On My Hands

I Rip The World Ive Known Into Bits

With Each Shred And Bit

Comes A New Misunderstanding, A New Confusion, A New Illusion

All These Perceptions Of What People Of The World Believe To Be

As They Call It "A Reason To Live"

The Legacy They Intend To Leave Behind

The Reason For Their Shortlived Happiness

But It Doesnt Make Any Sense To Me Still

Love, Family, Money All These Comforts That Could Still

Bring Pain And Sorrow

But People Would Still Fight Till Their Last Breath

Or Kill To Have These Things

These Shortlived Things

Is Everlasting Happiness Too Much To Ask?

Religion Some People Beseech To

Searching For Answers They May Never Really Get

But The Belief In Something Other Than The Blandness Of This Cruel World

Is Enough For Them

The Idea Of The Supernatural

Someone Who Would Eventually Save Them, Look After Them

Or Grant Them What They Desperately Seek

Even If In An After Life

I Become More Logical By The Day

Questioning Everything

Religion, Life , Love , Family , Money

My Desire To Be A Better Person

A Strong Independent Woman

But All That Is Nothing Without Someone To Share It With

The Illusion Of Marraige That Is Percieved To Grant True Happiness

The Illusion Of Having More Than You Can Use

As It Makes You Stand Tall Amongst Your Peers

It Makes You Comfortable

As You Await Your Impending Death........

My Overzealous Psychoanalogies Would Get Me No Where

They'd Eat Me Up Inside

As Id Continue To Push People Away

In My Bid To Really Understand Their Stance On Friendship

Which For Me Is A Loose Term

Loyalty And Love Are Hard To Find

Even Much So , Hard To Keep If Eventually Found

My Unbelief May Be The End Of Me

If Not Physically, But Surely

Emotionally, Spiritually..

Living Day To Day As More Of A Shadow Of My Own Self

This Masterpiece I Intend To Become

This Search I Intend To Embark On

These Answers I Intend To Find

These Ideas In My Head

These Demons In Me That Have Come Out To Dance

My Lack Of Fear Frightens Me

Because Once Upon A Time

I Too Valued And Hungered For These Things

Now I Feel Somewhat Of A Blank Page

Searching For That Mystical Ink To Fill Up My Spaces

Give Meaning To What I Have Grown To Be

Put Me Out Of My Misery

With Each Day I Lose A Bit Of My Soul

Constantly Searching For An Escape

Freedom From Captivity

Captivity By My Own Self

Freedom Is All I Ask For

Or Atleast The Great Illusion Of It .............