In the fertile labyrinths of Human Imagination,
Disguised as a thought, takes birth an illusion.
Pampered by desire and indulged by biased perception,
Ridiculing fact, it flourishes in the company of fiction.
Within its master’s attention span, spreading its parasitic girth,
Feeding on its own presence, it propagates a farcical mirth.
With its mesmeric charm it engulfs every waking thought,
Reality, but a feeble opponent, withers under its onslaught.
Having enslaved its master, an exit it begins to shape,
Unlike its gradual deception, sudden is its escape.
Deserted by its unfaithful friend, searching amidst an endless void,
Stumbling upon a loyal enemy, of all defense the victim is devoid.
Staring into the face of reality, seeking cover under the familiar cloak of illusion,
Unwilling to accept the harshness of deceit, he seeks comfort in ungainly delusion.
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