Illusion
Open world, closed wounds
Closed world, open wounds
What is the true meaning of that
If life can be so complicated
Surrounded by smoke, how can one see the path
The path that leads to another path
And the other path leads to another
It is a never ending cycle
Just like love, it can be real or it can be an illusion
An illusion that something real can be fake
An illusion that something fake can be real
No one can know the true nature of it
Entrophy is a part of life
Entrophy can destroy or create it
Just like light, it can light a way
Or it can create a shadow to conceal truth
What is real and what is fake
Is what the mind always asks
As the memories collide
The mind becomes a vessel of illusion
