You create illusions deep and diverse
Form many ideas, deny many and retain some
The fancies, the dreams and the triumphs that occur
The pain, loss, defeat and death
Leave you busy and occupied

You reflect in a language you created
“Are we near the truth?”
Or “Did we just evade?”
In search of the answers you give your side of the story

Different eyes and different stories
Just keep on flowing forever
Searching for the finished mosaic
They stop never

Civilizations have lived around this
Faiths and religions are born
In fighting for “their” truth, their lives are torn
Never will they realize that all is an illusion
Some do and fight for it
And at the same time transforming into unrealized

May be all the above is just another illusion
May be another mind and another story
But never ever will there be one story
That describes it all
For there are many minds and many more illusions.