Pretense becomes a virtue
the beds in which we lay
And no one thinks to question
what of this masquerade ~
Is life just one illusion,
just one big fantasy;
Or is it in the scheme of things
a mere minority?

Echoes of conception
bouncing off the walls
Captivity within the mind
of secrets kept in store ~
A myriad of wonders
what's likely to become
Another grand illusion
when damage has been done.

But step into the abstract
one moment, if you will,
And watch the vast deception
taking place here still ~
Souls have become hollow
as eyes with vacant stares
Are society's replacement
from all the heartache there.

Yes, life is one illusion
because we have made it so
Wearing masks that cover what
we don't want the world to know ~
For it's only special moments
do we stop to discard
The masquerade we're living
and illusion in our hearts.

© Christina
17th February, 2005