I sometimes feel like an illusionist would.
I wish to do something,
Only if i could.
Its true sometimes,
I pull it off well,
People believe it and buy what I sell.
Its intriguing how some create,
While others enact flawlessly to our tune.
Perfect song of life it is sometimes,
And when the act goes well,
You prepare for the unknown.
Even I dont know what lies ahead.
Is it an illusion that the life that we live,
All the people we love and all that we give.
When and how, it would end I wonder sometimes,
Will the end be an illusion too ?
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