There will be times
when love art and reality coexist
beauty reigning each passing moment

there will be times
when both left and right can be
fused together in absolute perfection

there will be times
when insecurities vanish seamlessly
giving birth to new hope

but

there will also be times
of miserable uselessness
clawing away the present

times
of mundane boredom spreading
bringing about despising of every action

times
when ripping reality into shreds
is as worthless as always
every moment experienced

In the end is just an illusion
of mind, soul and body