Everything Is An Illusion Poem by Mark Heathcote

Everything is an illusion
so what is it we can trust
the world is full of mirrors.
Opposites and nothing is concrete
everything's as-fluid-as-a-dream
and just as impossible to hold.

People are not individuals;
they change almost every day.
However, we feel today,
we'll forget tomorrow-
and move-on-like-sand dunes.
Desolate as blossoms without petals.

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People are not individuals;
they change almost every day.
However, we feel today,
we'll forget tomorrow and move-
on-like-sand dunes; desolate blooms
without the remnants of petals.