Illusion 2
I see the world
as a place to be free
and place where there's only
you and me.
A place of freedom
a place of love
that the holy man put here
from above
I see the world
through my own eyes
a small thing
no disguise
but you stop
and see what's beneath
beneath the roads and
concrete streets.
you start to hear
machines, beeps, and tweets
you start to look around,
this place smells like meet.
is this world just
a fake
another movie,
a double take?
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