When reality is too hard to bear
We will create illusions,
to remedy the pain
We dreamed we were the owner of universe
We dreamed we were the savior of heroes
We dreamed we were greatness in the form of human being
Those dreams are making a monkey out of you
They are Empty
They are not magical wands to compensate all the resentments
Feel the pain inside
It’s part of you
Like it
It will like you back
1 comment:
Like it! Agree with the first stanza, although the second stanza is pretty prejudicing, I think. I mean, every people have their own version of illusion, right?
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