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Walter Strike May 2013
The illusion of life before me
The grandeur of the spectacle
Appear to disappear before me through time

I see myself in the reflection
Blinded by who I see staring back
It cannot be me
Who is looing back
I do not recognize the mirror
For, it has changed

What am I to think?
What am I to see?
Has it been too long
Since I've seen you?
The one I've been all along
To Judge what I've become

I've lost all resistance
To how I feel
Time is against us
And breaking my reality

Love is a dream
And an illusion
And yet, it is all I can describe

And at the same time,
Be the one thing I lack and long for

Wake me in this illusion
To save me, for I know not
What is to come
If I continue to exist
In this existence
Alone

The longing to feel real and belong
Is a pipe dream
And something I crave

You are the love I see
And I do not know why
Do you see me?
I see you
Illusion or not
I feel what I feel
Unsure of the direction we follow

I know the sight of you
Is leading me to follow
Embrace me?
Feel me?
See me?
Love me.

I do not know
Too much to mention

— The End —