Illusionist

Behind the inescapable appearance,
The mirrors reflecting all the lights to us,
Let them close, get it back,
Let the constellation tell who we are.

This isn’t reality,
Wake up and find the story,
How did you get here,
The illusionist, how to get back to sleep.

Everything is a dream,
A perfect simulation controlled by what we see,
This is just lucid feeling,
Never the place, where is reality?