In your enchanted land,
In your strange demi-world,
Live delusions

That excite your ego,
Caress your vanity.


A bit of hypocrisy,
Some connections,
And to have a ready tongue.

Then you create
A magic frame of big world.


Simulated friendships.
Invented events.
False achievements.

You enjoy living in this illusory show.

You dive in a charming dream

And you let the others believe in it.
But what will remain of nothing?
What will remain of you?