An illusion, it would seem,
A world of shadows and of light,
A dance between the day and night.
We wander through this land of mist,
In search of meaning and of bliss,
But all we find are fleeting joys,
And fleeting pains that life employs.
The chimeras that we pursue,
The phantoms that we think are true,
Are but illusions, false and vain,
That leave us wanting, filled with pain.
The mirage of fame and fortune,
The glittering prize that we importune,
Are but a fickle, fleeting flame,
That leaves us empty, lost in shame.
And so we journey through this life,
With hope and fear, with joy and strife,
Seeking to find what cannot be,
The truth behind this mystery.
But in the end, we come to see,
That life is but a tapestry,
Of shadows and of light entwined,
An illusion of the human mind.
So let us cherish every day,
And live our lives in our own way,
For though this world is but a dream,
It's the only one that we have, it seems.
And yet, though life may be an illusion,
A fleeting dance of light and confusion,
It holds within its transient grasp,
A beauty that will forever last.
The warmth of sunshine on our skin,
The gentle breeze that makes us grin,
The laughter of a child at play,
The simple joys that come our way.
These are the moments we must hold,
The memories that cannot be sold,
For in their essence, we can find,
The truth that lies beyond the mind.
For life may be an illusion, it's true,
A flicker of light that's passing through,
But in its midst, we have the chance,
To dance with joy and not just glance.
So let us revel in the mystery,
Of life's sweet, transient history,
And cherish every moment, every day,
For that is the only true way.
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