"The waking nightmare of my own delusion;
a fever pitch of mirage and illusion.
Wandering hapless in a mindscape horizon;
threadbare excuses further wizen.
String to the escape of a labyrinthine mind;
mostly meaninglessness is what's to find.
Thoughtless and thoughtful emotional scars;
what's blurred up close is clear from afar.
The sound of unknowing is silent rancor;
sentimentality a merciless anchor.
Hope and Love are not what they seem;
but, then again, life's but a dream."
