The seeds of ilussion will land slowly
on the wind of words sounding holy.
In no time the seeds will grow,
before your mind gets to know
what is the purpose of those words?
Is it only to entertain birds
and give the lyrics to their songs?
Or to engage them all along?
Yet in the perspective of the decades
will those words achieve to fade?
Are they ever to become deeds,
for that's what are human needs.
While the illusion is there to distract,
are those words ever to interact
as human would do ?
Are we becoming an abstract hue?
An catharsic experience is yet...