A myriad of pleasures
Lost in deep infinities
Tranquil images, so pure
And so pretentiously fine
Reality beckons
To slap me in the face
Am i crazed?
Or merely disillusioned?
Comprehension, so elusive
Vanity, sanity
They're all the same
In life's sadly muddling little game
Cressida's crescent
Ever so pleasant
Life is never what it seems
Outward realities
And complicated dreams

by Jemia