The Flight of Reality & A Hint of Illusions

"Where is the hope that dwindles,
When the end of a tunnel is the start of another?
Where is the spark that kindles,
When the fire that burns is the same that floats a feather?"

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Wispy clouds floating across
The frosty glass and painted sky -
A final answer to prayers and joss.
Perfect renditions to the eye, but why?

Planets and stars spinning
About an axis of the wildest dreams,
Trapped in leaves of matter thinning,
With sanity bursting from the reams.

Dancing away the illusions,
With thorns gnawing at your soles;
Life is but another's dream extensions,
So complete that you fear the whisper of tolls.

Ego-built barriers to fend
Against the ravage of emotions.
Such strict lines that refuse to bend,
See the last ravish and all its veiled intentions.

A hole awide in your heart,
To hurt you and kill your art.
A hole to spawn the serpents of spite,
To test you and see if you can fight.

Dark angels ringing your halo,
Turning your colours into shadow.
That you are living or not,
Sustaining illusion or reality,
Is the question you'll never get answered.

Changed, But Seemingly Same

Ten years after a farewell,
A decade of silence and whispers.
Not a friend too close;
Carried away by the clock-work life,
Where everything's a ritual.

It may have been years
Since I last saw the face.
We - two of a quartet,
The best minds in a lyrical asylum
And the perpetrators of chaos.
And thus I sighted him -
Wider and ears redder -
Changed, but seemingly same.

Feet from him, and I called -
A recognition? Maybe surprise.
Eyes wide and ears redder,
And then a crease of the temples.

Eyes searching for a name;
His face wasn't lying -
Recognition absent, but just that hint.
Or was I just hoping?

The same man, the very same,
In ticks of clocks,
In spinning of gears,
And in the passage of time,
Had a feeble mind.
'Twas the age of silence, in ignoration.

The head turned and
His feet took him away.
And I stood there, just there;
Looking up, seeing, not the sky
But the truth of time.

That it wasn't the same as then,
'Twasn't a twist of fate,
An everyday error: to forget.
That it had to happen then;
That it made me think he was
Changed, but seemingly same.