This illusion is surely a delusional thing
Up we go
Not knowing what to do
Lost to the patterns in the vision
Does it define what sanity is
Is such at a loss
Glittering disaster
What to do
Upon this time to tell
Shall I reap my soul
To the almighty Allah
Bring me to peace
Content with the chaos
These chains hold my heart
Hoping for serenity
Let this be inshallah
Unable to cope
Will I loose hope
But what it is be truly
Calculated chaos
Everything comes to one
Seems I cannot bear
Insanity is here. Near and dear
Having somewhat this hope
Hoping for something more
Holding onto the chains that bare my soul
As I think of I was cured would I truly be me
As flaw do you see, so plainly
Bring solitude for the heart
The to hope of loneliness
Seek the truth always
Even when you can't grasp reality
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