I've come to the conclusion
that the whole world is an illusion
what is the deal?
This script written in our minds,
all the wonders you will find, perhaps none of its real
The Ground, The Sky, The Entire World
it all seems like a massive swirl
The trees, The Sun, rivers & grass
The glimmering stream,
it was only a dream
Even that bird who you just saw pass.
The people, bustling about the streets
Only in your dreams do you truly meet.
who is this person that you call friend?
They too, do not exist ,
It does seem odd to think like this
I wonder if the imagination has an end
in front of our eyes is the landscape,
but only in our heads does it actually take shape,
the mind is strange
The world, just a figment of our imagination,
simple a neurological creation
but nothing will ever change
An illusion, the World may be,
but that does not mean you have to stop the discover...
