Illusions

I don't know where am I,

The true self is lost,

The masquerade is on.

Things lost seem to be fake,

Are they really?

Or is it an illusion of the future to come.

Time went by,

Like rockets and bullets.

I just sat by the side,

watching it go by.

The mind was playing a game,

The ego was stupefying,

and playing with words,

hard to blame.

Things lost seem to be fake.

I think so,

The future seems to be bright.

He calls on me,

And tells me to fly.

He pinches me over and again,

with his words of wisdom

and overtuned experiences.

I took it the wrong way,

and tried to commit sucide.

Things lost seem to be real.

Better gone does He say.

The future is bright.