DELUSION

Naive she travels
Like a nomad 
Jovial she might be 
But barely does she have companions
She sounds so sound 
Chirruping she bounces 
From person to person 
Making the environment lively 

Ironic it may sound 
But in depth it is found 
The heaviness of loneliness 
Bereft of joy 
She spreads joys 
They call her sweet natured 
Jolly and pretty in her character 
So how come she's so alone 
Why doesn't she feel at home 

Nobody is to be blamed at
'cause all are in their own rhythms 
It's just that, 
Hers' doesn't rhyme with others 

Brave she is 
Stands with self 
In times of turbulence!
Convinces self 
Of the realities
To be illusions! 

Just if this phase of delusion comes to an end 
And she experiences the freshness ever again... 

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