A Grand Illusion

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