Last Illusion
In hours of helpless rage
Razors cut through your heart,
Fear claims its toll
For your right to be afraid,
Your right to dig for answers
With bleeding fingers.
You live in this prison
Of deceitful hope
With Death’s patience
And yet – still you dice with God
For one last illusion.
Isn’t it very strange, how we want to trust? Trust life, trust love, trust other people, trust our own judgement... even when we know we might be wrong... we still want to hold on to the illusion that everything is okay.
The Illusion can be sweeter, more flattering and evoking peace in our hearts. But the moment the die is cast , it can lead to a rather painful experience. But always to growth... we become stronger, eventually. I do believe that. And I have experienced it, too.
The Illusion can be sweeter, more flattering and evoking peace in our hearts. But the moment the die is cast , it can lead to a rather painful experience. But always to growth... we become stronger, eventually. I do believe that. And I have experienced it, too.
