Illusions
We exist in a world of illusions.
Existence bends around our delusion.
Tomorrow it could reshape or break.
The world of illusions we all make.
V2:
We piece together reality
Filtered by actuality
As mirrors, we reflect
Only what we can connect
Human Vases
Human vases all around.
Hour after hour they paint.
Smile after smile they hide
Day after day they change.
Vases full of faces
None stand out from the crowd.
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Poetry For Fun
PoetryPoetry I write for myself. Comment for feedback. I will take criticism even if it harsh.
