Seeing is not always believing.
I don't trust your or my eyes,
to the tricks, or
blacks spots that hide truthfrom lies.
The gap between ones
reality and illusions is so deep,
rope can't reach,
and air can't be touch or even breathed.
Life,
blue skies,
and green grass is the world's magic stage with puppets of people and birds.
The reality of things are the nature of life, and illusions are also the nature of life.
So, how do I know whats real or not?, or
What I can feel, smell, and touch?.
The sea appears blue,
cause the reflection of the sky,
but why isn't
it blue when I splash and the water
debris diverges from its body soul.
Just one of life's illusion,
and I want free.
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