Obfuscation
They play little games.
“Nothing serious,” they say.
“We tell him the truth with a puzzle of lies.
Make him hurt and see if he cries.
Show him reality and pretend it’s a mirage.
Let him hear noise and convince him it’s a song.
The shadows are reflections,
the mirror a door.
Keep him guessing and wanting more.
Steal his heart and give him a stone.
Lead him through secret passages
and make sure he stays lost
even after he finds his way home.”
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