Everything is a mentally projected delusion
completely fabricated by our great confusion
our fantasies become a real intrusion
always produced, a mere illusion

Our relationships and life
our entire world even our strife
Nothing is as it seems
.. more like our own dreams

We think things are as they appear
fixed tangible and seemingly clear
Yet they are projected by our own mind
Check closely and see what you find

Altho we hold these illusions dear
nothing is quite as it seems I fear
they are projections that we wish to see
skewed perceptions that we can’t just let be

We fantasise about things and steer
them into what suits our story
Deluding ourselves of our glory
Mere fiction that we hold so dear

Daily Prompt:  Illusion