The Deception of Mind
I keep packing my bags
Chasing a life I will never know
Missing the things I never had
Getting weaker as I grow
Isn’t it funny,
The deception of mind?
Those memories falling
Into the small cracks of time
Lost in riddles and puzzles
And morphing design
Left to lie on blank spaces
In empty crossword lines
Isn’t is funny,
The subjection of time?
Those years lost to moments
Dissolved into wine
Aren’t you leaving,
Aren’t you gone,
Why must this ghost keep carrying on?
What is there that I wouldn’t give
What is there that I wouldn’t do,
To escape forever
This possession of you
Isn’t it funny,
The delusion of change?
I’ve been running for years
And still remain in this place
Naive in belief to be gaining ground
That strength will build as trials surmount
Self –deception is the most dangerous town
Those needs for mirage to keep the mind sound
Isn’t it funny,
The illusion of space?
In land and in homes
In the places we go
In the moving and chasing
In the running away
Just to wake the next morning
In the very same place
Aren’t you leaving,
Haven’t you gone?
Why must this ghost keep on carrying on?
What is there that I wouldn’t give
What is there that I wouldn’t do,
To escape forever
This possession of you
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