Are you an illusion?
Are you disillusioned?
You look at my image
You say, is this you?
Don’t use the portrait images
The real you is different.
A figmentation of your imaginative?
I ask myself that same question
Are you a cyber person
A delusion trying hard
To be an illusion, one I’ll favour?
How can I tell from words on a page
If you have substance, worth,
Not just a bunch of dots and dashes.
A scammer wanting my ‘millions’
To break my heart, steal my soul.
My mirror reflects what it sees
The cameras lense the same
But in a split second we can change
From hero to villain
From lover to foe.
In the end it comes down to
Knowing and trusting
That what I see is what I get
And that, my love, sits well with me.