Illusions
Like string on a ball,
It all unravels someday,
Depends on how much you use,
What you use it for to put on display.
How do you hold on,
To what was never in your grasp,
What you couldn't control,
To change your past.
Fights and arguments,
One in the same,
It all matters on the size of the problem,
How you find the needle in the hay.
Decisions,
Always need to be made,
Make the right choices,
Be the savior of your day.
Always do the right things,
Thats what you always told me,
I don't want to be anything like you,
That's why I'm imperfected with this disease.
You were just an illusion,
Blocking my way,
I've had enough and grown up,
To now make my own way.
-WiltingWhiteMage















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