“No man ever steps in the same river twice, for it’s not the same river and he’s not the same man.”
A grandeur of illusion
a miracle of sorts
trailblazing your dreams
and circling and creating
that swirls in your eyes
For that experience so surreal
and so ecstatic at the same time.
Where the life intersects the illusions
between the dreams and reality
Where you are cut into halves,
sliced and mutilated
to appear in million different facades
to bear the overwhelming journey
when the masks are old and peeling
and scaping off bit by bit
and old thatched dreams
are giving in
and slipping into
the deep abyss of that circling
whirlwind called time.
You sit and prick your yellow skin and
to figure out the sane reason
the only belief
you have clutched onto
all this life
which brought you this far.
Was the journey worth the pain?
This post is in response to the daily prompt Partake