A Grand Illusion
Thoughts forlorn, imaginations born
Exploding galaxies formed, death mourned
Running wild and free it won’t let me be
A restless sea of anonymity
Like being quarantined with no routine
Fears unseen on a cinematic screen
Fade to black trying to get back
But thoughts in a pack are talking smack
Inhale, exhale, let peace prevail
You are doing well in this living hell
Learning to live and trying to forgive
Is the objective of perspective
Quell the confusion, slow the intrusion
This nuclear fusion is just a grand illusion