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ILLUSIONS

How the world looks

Through beliefs

From others

More interested

In themselves

And what they have

Than the young

Impressionable me

The aging me looking

For a spot to fit into

The old me

Seeking a personal path

Around the obstacles

Of indifference

Illusions are invisible

Therein lies their power

Crush a budding flower

Of the wrong color

The dandelion free lawn

Of intent and control

What will they think

Of me no less

As they drive by

Judging from behind the

Bench of a better car

Than mine

Fashionably dressed

Opinionated

Convinced manipulated

I sit quietly yawn

Look at something

As it is

Perhaps I’ll get closer today

One step is enough

I cast one illusion at a time

Into the dark pool

Of disbelief