THE WORLD OF FREE DELULU


My world is a strange and weird voodoo,
Full of lives that are filled with delusion beings.
Nothing is free and you do not need to argue,
I am forced to believe that life doesn't give a clue,
Maybe two pages of guidelines would be okay.

I lived in a world, where you are enticed by free things,
Maybe it would give you a new string.
But that's just what I called "delulu",
It doesn't get better with free dealings.
Maybe it's just me in my head.

The world bleeds and is covered with uncertainty,
We live every single moment hoping it will get better.
It's a life bestowed on us with no guarantee,
Or maybe a certainty with a letter.
Maybe living in my fantasy is enough.


©Floral

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