is an illusion.
I can't grasp.
Trying so hard to clasp.
I wore it like a rubber band,
till it cut deep inside my hand.

This life
is a matrix,
playing tricks on me,
a kaleidoscope of energy.

This life
is a show,
a carnival of colored snow,
filling inside a paper cup.
Cheers to you! Bottoms up!

This life
is a trip.
And I'm a blip,
on the movie screen.
Trying so hard to be seen
till the red velvet curtains fall
on this hoax.
"Th-th-th-that's all, folks!"