Wrote a poem about it. Kind of

Have a look around, what you see?
True or false - the things that do surround?
One day you are confident and brave,
And the next - afraid to make a sound

These Illusions sitting in your head
Saying “Right or Wrong” and “Good or Bad”
They don’t make a difference, not at all
What’s important - is Your Life or Death

Make decisions, choices, stay alive
Try avoiding stuff that brings confusion
Follow me in this eternal strive
For Perfection, or is it still Illusion?