Illusion

I was...laughing

To myself today

With myself

At myself

At the pitiful state of my glasses

Being a foreigner has its drawbacks

They can't quite figure the thickness

The "prism" as they told me.

I suppose it is my fault

My burden to bear

I was born with these eyes

I was given these eyes

They are my, responsibility

But it...it got me to thinking

About what we see

About what we believe

This life is the illusion

We spend our days

Lost in the trappings of our delusion

And we forget what is real

I don't know this

I don't know anything

But it's an interesting thought

Isn't it?

It would make sense

In the context of this world being a...

A training ground, so to speak

Training for the soul

That this place is the illusion

And in reality...

There is no time

There is no space

Non-locality, they call it.

We are 8 billion broken pieces

Who simply long to be re-united with the whole.

There is no such thing

As you

Or me

There are no...individual souls

One in the river

And one again after the fall