Sunday, September 11, 2005

The Illusion.

There is an illusion dancing before my eyes,
asking for an embrace of hope,
Awake and wild, i can barely recall,
what it is i am supposed to feel,
if i can even feel.
There is an illusion dancing before my eyes,
so familiar and over-aching in its rhythms,
hopefully lost in the woods,
looking for a broken heart,
needing to be mended.
There is an illusion dancing before my eyes,
in this precious moment,
a culmination of our beings,
pain is an illusion,
as we choose to be human.

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