The real Illusion

When you think illusion, what is first thing you think?

Magician or something that happens like turning a green apple pink?

The truth is, it's all an illusion, everything we see,

Everything we were, are, or hope to be,

Everything we saw, see, or ever hope to see.

Illusion is everywhere, and it's everything,

The picture we see and the songs we sing,

Everything that seems so perfect, is fake before our eyes,

The stars, trees and all the different skies.

The truth is, what's real to us is not,

And everything that's fake will soon be forgot.

I know it's hard to believe but what doesn't seem fake to what you see,

Is defiantly fake to me.