This mysterious thing

In a world of illusions,

Where reality is obscured,

We only see what we choose,

Our visions filtered and blurred.

Eyes are the windows to the soul,

But can they truly see?

For what lies beneath the surface,

Is often not what we believe.

We only see what our eyes want,

What our minds allow us to see,

But what about the rest,

The things that we choose to believe?

Life, a canvas of endless possibilities,

A story waiting to be told,

But how can it be what we want,

When we have our eyes closed?

Hopeless romantics in a cynical world,

Desperately seeking love and affection,

But in a sea of broken promises,

We struggle to find true connection.

Passionate desires, burning within,

But are they really what we need?

For we often chase the wrong things,

And end up broken and in need.

Why should we be punished,

For wanting to be true to ourselves?

Why is it so hard to find,

Someone who truly delves?

Into our deepest desires,

Our fears, our flaws, our pain,

For it is only when we are seen,

That we can truly break the chain.

So open your eyes,

See beyond what you want to see,

For life is what you make it,

And what you choose to let it be.

Do not be afraid to be yourself,

To chase your dreams and desires,

For in the end, it's not about what others see,

But about what sets your heart on fire.

Be a hopeless romantic,

But with eyes wide open and clear,

And let life be what you want,

With nothing to lose and everything to gain here.

And dont cross the line of immorality. 

I don't judge any action or way of thought by any human being. 

It just depends how they treat me.

And what do they feel or believe

Or have to say about life-.

This mysterious thing to me.