Illusions...

I am in a place where everything is an illusion.
The friends don't seem real.
The enemies don't know why they are such.
One of my closest tells me it will all be shown to me.
How strange we must hide behind pictures to show
the world what we really don't feel, and what is really not there...

We take pictures to reveal, but not hide.
It seems to me that behind every picture we reveal,
there has to be something to hide behind it...
Do we hide what is not there?
Why must we try so hard
to create something that is not there?

An illusion. A hologram.
Something that is not there--
it all depends on what we choose to see.
We CHOOSE to see.