Illusions Fade Into Today
Nighttime's pure illusion has left unrest;Nothing's become of the world I had seen.
Awaking I find the sting of distress;
I can't help but think the grass isn't green.
On the inside I wish that things would change--
At nights in dreams, but by day manifest.
Why is reality a strict one-way?--
The end of this reality is death.
By the end of this existence, perhaps--
In death do we part from embodiment;
The physical form may yet have relapse
And the spirit be eternally blessed.
When my illusions have faded away,
I hold to the hope of new life someday.
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