Positive illusions are cool, they give you wings,
A pauper, relatively speaking, feels like kings.
You are a better driver, makes you keep going,
That you maybe worse than average, you avoid knowing.
Defenses are useful, they protect you from harm,
Material that is heavy, kept at length of an arm,
Repressed or never discovered, too much painful to bear,
Hidden behind a fortress, where even a shadow cant appear.
Whether benign or pathological, your illusions keep you sane,
To be without pretense or facade, would be totally inhumane,
For at heart you know, you are just, a vulnerable and weak man,
But with the right dose of self delusion, you are a hero who can.
Most people therefore avoid, being confronted with reality,
You can keep your delusions, I prefer my moments of clarity.
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