Running After Illusions
Running after illusions
Being unable to cease to dream
Falling into the trap of deceptions
My life is a simulated existence
I feed myself of illusions
I don’t want to see the reality as it exists
Running after the madness of poetry
And hiding there
My secret flower garden
My dark safe haven
Where all my dreams are real
And where nobody can find me
Because I like to hide and become invisible
Becoming the spoils of a ghost that doesn’t exist anymore
Losing myself in the labyrinth of the obliviousness
After all, I am only the projection of a dream
Being not real.
Esther Elizabeth Racah