World Of Illusions

Each of the day, world resonates at its tune

None are there, to its folly, immune

Delusions does it create with its vivid allures

Difficult it gets to find in it the true lores

Grandeur of its illusions, speaking at its peak

making ones belief to diminish

It does speak of faith and care

Yet reluctant to accept a difference bare

A thousand words of praise does it speak

Of one with the devious manner

yet not appreciate one's conscientious garner

Bestowing a thousands dreams to one

Happiness of it yet enjoyed by none

The more shall I say of contradicts of this world

To Many it just appears to be just an illusion of words