By Kate Botterill

This world is a fake

Of which you put your biggest stake

This world does not seem real

It's a cage with an iron cast seal

This world seems to flicker with every step

All we can do is stare

With every blink it seems to change

It all seems very strange

This world is an illusion

That is my conclusion

And if the world is are we

If we are fakes wishing to be free

Doesn't that mean we aren't here

The meaning is not clear

Does that mean our achievements were for nothing?

The thought is mind numbing

But could it also mean

Have all our sins been wiped clean

If this is true

I will not only subdue

If this world is an illusion

We are to