Delusions
Whispers drift in twilight's shade,
Where shadows dance, secrets laid.
Mirages flicker, close yet far,
Guided only by a waning star.
Eyes see worlds that never were,
Dreams and doubts begin to blur.
In a maze of thoughts confined,
Truth, a stranger, hard to find.
The heart clings tight to empty air,
Finding comfort even there.
For woven dreams feel soft and kind,
Where reason fades, and faith is blind.
Hope rises high, though false it seems,
Built on shifting sand and dreams.
We shape our lives in phantom frames,
Chasing light that holds no names.
In glistening webs, illusions lie,
A fragile beauty crafted high.
Tangled lines that twist and spin,
Drawn by what we find within.
The mind, a stage where phantoms play,
Night by night and day by day.
Building castles in the sky,
Till dawn reveals the empty lie.
Yet shadows dance where light departs,
Echoes linger in restless hearts.
Though empty, vast, and dimly drawn,
They paint a bridge to walk upon.
So, we drift in silver haze,
Lost in dreams, entrapped in maze.
Till waking comes, with gentle hand,
And scatters dust we thought was sand.
Where shadows dance, secrets laid.
Mirages flicker, close yet far,
Guided only by a waning star.
Eyes see worlds that never were,
Dreams and doubts begin to blur.
In a maze of thoughts confined,
Truth, a stranger, hard to find.
The heart clings tight to empty air,
Finding comfort even there.
For woven dreams feel soft and kind,
Where reason fades, and faith is blind.
Hope rises high, though false it seems,
Built on shifting sand and dreams.
We shape our lives in phantom frames,
Chasing light that holds no names.
In glistening webs, illusions lie,
A fragile beauty crafted high.
Tangled lines that twist and spin,
Drawn by what we find within.
The mind, a stage where phantoms play,
Night by night and day by day.
Building castles in the sky,
Till dawn reveals the empty lie.
Yet shadows dance where light departs,
Echoes linger in restless hearts.
Though empty, vast, and dimly drawn,
They paint a bridge to walk upon.
So, we drift in silver haze,
Lost in dreams, entrapped in maze.
Till waking comes, with gentle hand,
And scatters dust we thought was sand.
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