an illusion is but a story
a story is but a myth
a myth is just a lie
you reconcile yourself with
it is all the little things
the intricacies of deceit
disguised by flashy colours and that captivate you
and manipulate you to believe
the master illusionist is not one
who pulls a rabbit from his hat
or the one whose lovely assistant
disappears as the sensational act
the master illusionist is the one
who everybody thinks they know
so smart and charming, you listen to him
unaware that its all a show
they aim to please and pleased you are
that it pleases them to please
flawless teeth and eloquent words
and clothes without a crease
you believe every smile and every word and every rhyme
they flatter you, so you nod your head every single time
even if your heart hesitates, your head still holds firm
and you will follow the illusionist through every twist and turn
the illusion can be anything and everything you hold true
the illusionist, he lies, that is all he is taught to do
for everything we know is a lie, everything is a myth
everything is just a version of the truth we reconcile ourselves with
no one knows who says what
no two perceptions are ever the same
so with no truth, its all a lie
an illusionary game
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