Illusion surrounds at the crossroads of hope
Like a chain of faux pearls on a long lock of hair
Lined up one after the other
Braced to break
To be scattered
To be chased
Fear and uncertainty
From the bottom of the heart
Nerves shaking
Quaking
Jangled from the start
Penned in by longing
Which way to go?
Rebel and stay?
Or go with the flow?
But ding!
Ta dah!
That’s it right there!
The illusion can freeze
Or propel one afar
The Mansionic Perspective 
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