An Illusion

Reflections in the water

Fade and disappear

Illusions that mine eyes can see

But cannot touch nor hear.

And now I come to ask myself

Are you really real?

If I reach out to take your hand

Will it be your hand I feel?

You might be an illusion

My eyes might be decieving me

You could be someone that I made up

A wish, a dream, a fantasy.

Questions like these just make doubt stronger

Creating a kind of inner hunger

In quiet solitude I ponder

Leaving my mind to search and wander.

If life is so much like a dream

And things aren't always what they seem

Then let me walk this road with you

Until our wakening is due.