Illusion is reality

Illusion is imaginary

But it gives life, propels energy

Or sometimes, lets breathe

In the blissful shroud of ignorance and happiness.

In belief thus remains sanity (or a false sense of it)

And that is freedom of the heart

For when a soul strikes its course

It knows not why or how, except that it has to

Same for life, we know not the meaning

Or the reason of livelihood;

Of being born, eat, grow and die.

All but faith, a credence, a certitude

A feeling of 'Yes, what I think is true'

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