ILLUSION

The world you see is probably a room you've built in silence.

Fears as floor, scars as walls, limitations posing as a truth. 

You call it "reality," 

but its the unconscious 

writing a story in the dark

again, and again

until this repetition looks like fate.

For  true change,

face your shadows

Make the hidden conscious, 

make the night confess.

As vivacious fire awakens,

set yourself free to love,

free to conquer,

free to dream.