Love Hate Illusion

Staring out blankly,

As I join the imaginary dots.

And notice the hues and shadows,

Fleeting yonder across.

As perfect as it can be,

This art of caring.

I marvel in the Disillusionment,

The distortion;

And the echoes’ of truth

That I am hearing.

I cannot help but wonder,

Do my eyes actually see?

Or my ears,

Do they hear the truth?

Whose touch was it,

That I used to feel?

Naivety gave it a shape,

and words gave it just a mirage.

And I mused – was it really me? 

Or just my imagination,

That conjured a lovely image!

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