We create illusions with preconceived notions

like masks that cannot be removed

by the simple swipe of the hand.

 

The mask conceals the torments within

brains seated on their thrones

thoughts ramble

fractal fantasies seize internal emotions

and I cannot cease the madness of the mind.

 

Daunting complexions give us away

and the mask suffocates personal traits

and enhances the manipulation of our mind games.

 

I hope to have the courage

that enables my fingers

to do the trick

a simple remedy from talents

that merely require prestidigitation.

 

Countless others revel in this confusion

the blind hysteria that never ends

memories produced sleight of hand.

 

Facing the abysmal reality

open-ended with our devices of protrustion

considering adolescents

fail to understand

what's best for them.

 

Forever seeking methods of self-medication

thrown out there with no clue guidelines

set in stone Hammurabi code.

 

We put on a show

circumlocution of our words

restraint for our actions

distraught depictions of what we desire as real

we complete our thoughts with

unfinished fantasies and

die.

 

To feel is to be 

And I cannot wait to be free.