Within myself I search the reason of my existence
And through my eyes I see illusions of the world
Truth is somewhere near in search of its own existence in this fake world
Where tall buildings, heavy machinery, rich bathing in his pool and poor being fooled seems to be born out of a painter's mind
Who watches everything with eyes filled with love but blames us for ruining the beauty he made
He too is a part of my imagination for eyes see only the world I made
Truth is still waiting to be noticed by eagle's eyes
Hence I depart from my imagination to meet my creator, the sole truth in this liquid world
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