Welcome to day 4 and poem 4 of my NaPoWriMo poetry writing challenge.
What is life?
But a spectrum of illusions,
Altered images twisting to fantasy,
Genuine and fake fusions,
Fabrications of reality,
Money being a product of thought,
Time didn't exist before it was measured,
Religion a tradition that's taught,
Inventions of illusions assured,
Thoughts passed through generations,
Ruling our human nature,
Throughout the world and its nations,
Trapped inside a recurring blur,
A system without equality,
Where the poor continue to suffer,
A struggle for liberty,
Trying to be tougher,
Embracing the warrior within,
Attempting to rid confusion,
For life to truly begin,
But, what is life but an illusion?
Thanks for reading,