Illusion

I have been contemplating the snowy landscape for a while,

When an unusual thought struck me, concerning me restlessly:

Is this reality? The world that I see.

Or is that just some facade, that my mind compiled to trick me?

The trees, the mountains and the glimmering snow?

Are they the products of my imagination only?

That is impossible, I contradicted myself meanly.

Nevertheless, there is no guarantee,

That everyone sees exactly what I see.

And suddenly, I realize that I got caught in a blizzard,

I see millions of snowflakes spiralling around me.

They might be the interference of a wicked wizard,

Who came with the intention to make me question

Whether this is reality or just an illusion.

Szilágyi Amália XI. R