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.
1 comment:
Wow! Nice piece.
I read them like reading my own thoughts.
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