Illusion of life
Is so proactive.
Tiredness
Is just a dream.
We're living
the illusion of a life.
Sadness can
Be so attractive,
Desperation
Dwells within.
We're dreaming,
the illusion is too rife.
Happiness
Is so obscure,
Nastiness
Is just galore,
For the balance
of universe I strive.
Sleepiness
Is only pure,
Helplessness
Is in our core,
Into dreams we
thoughtlessly must dive.
January 2024
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