The illusionist
Creating paths inside your minda guide to what ain't real.
Mysteries of thought and space
forming what you feel.
Narrating your every move
a puppeteer of life.
Shaping outcomes in your world
comforting the strife.
Decieves in every single word
truth were never said.
Everyting is just a game
playing tricks in your head.
A tool for personal amusement
leading you into the mist.
Transparent being inside your journey
I am the illusionist.
Poetry by tobias wedin
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Written on 2009-03-03 at 22:16
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