Sunday 17 December 2006

AS OF NOW UNTITLED

The game is at a draw
I have to take your illusion away
The one which was so bright
Shining like a resplendent ray.

I have to pick them up
Those scattered unreal shards
I shied away for so long
That reality is really really hard.

The game was an unending trail
I looked for the finish line
When the smokescreen finally lifted
I knew the illusion had been mine