For all the things that we could see
It’s just a bleak wind that this could be
But see, is just another reality
Since what we believe is what we see

Believe what given to you is true
is just another way the illusion caught you
And I’m trapped in that illusion.

I’m trapped in the way I see the world
I’m trapped in the way I see people see about me
I’m trapped in my own insecurities, in my own illusion

A conjecture, Is what trapped me.

I need to know what is going on, rather than guess and making the conclusion on my own. I’m open to my faults, my mistakes, but I can’t see it because I’m trapped inside my own ego.