Illusion is reality
Illusion is imaginary
But it gives life, propels energy
Or sometimes, lets breathe
In the blissful shroud of ignorance and happiness.
In belief thus remains sanity (or a false sense of it)
And that is freedom of the heart
For when a soul strikes its course
It knows not why or how, except that it has to
Same for life, we know not the meaning
Or the reason of livelihood;
Of being born, eat, grow and die.
All but faith, a credence, a certitude
A feeling of 'Yes, what I think is true'