Illusions
Locations
Prisons are made of organized interactions
Just like us humans living in segregation
Moving in an organized motion
But I’m a daydreamer I tend to escape the illusion
Illusion of material but believing in heaven
Living in contradicting beliefs of our origin
I’m a creator of my own imagination
And so I contemplate this school prison
Having my time scheduled in a system
System based on half truth
Taking my imagination for a better world
And rating it in marks so I can be a better slave
To this illusion of currency that is concave
Based on either you take it or continue with the phase
Phase of poverty that was placed
By the people of a hierarchy implementing rage
Against the people of our own age
The age of non-materialistic happiness has been taken away
And so our belief have been made into physical evidence of facts
Now tell me in this reality, do our dreams still relate?
Cause they’re not physical but still form an experience
An experience of nothing else but happiness
Because we die in them then live again in this presence