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