Reality of Confusion
Everyday reality that we are living is a lie.
Of comfort, impressionable magnitude
of who we really are.
We lie to ourselves, everyday, unconsciously
but inadvertently of shady notations.
Maybe we try to make ourselves feel better
Use faith as a crutch for the unknown.
We are dying and becoming invisible to our thoughts.
What we think we know we have no control
But it allows us to keep pretending that it is real.
Help me understand within a mind of confusion
Let me comprehend what may be an illusion.
Let me into this matter and molecules of life.
Knowing in the end of manageable time,
It's all a lie.
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