ILLUSION

Those who traveled

Far and wide

To and fro time

In pursuit of passion

With measured madness

To seek the glory

Of knowledge divine

Devoured pages

Of ink and gold

And gained in return

Priceless ignorance

Clueless, they retrace steps

Again in endless quest

Of life and death

And beyond

In the darkened nights

Of fear and dread

I hear their tread

Their sighs and sobs

As they roam the

Roads to horizon

Screaming in

Frenzied desperation

“Illusion, it is just

Illusion, no more,

no less”

Befooled, bemoans

The wind in

Eerie resignation

“Illusion, it is

Illusion, no more,

No less”