Illusion

My soul is only whole...

Carpe diem is my goal,

positivity my theme.

My soul is only whole

but at times it likes to scream,

“Get the heck out of my way!”

to all the Debbie Downers;

all these fifty shades of cray

from mostly out-of-towners.



Oh ye of little vision,

you have yet to see me work

my magic with such precision;

all you can do is twerk.

You can fortify your lives

and I’ll just build a bridge;

you can come at me with knives

and I’ll flee to the ridge.



But I will return to claim

my rightful place as ruler

while you chase your fickle fame

always trying to be cooler.

This life is an illusion,

as some would have you think;

but enough of this confusion.

With the world, I live in sync.