“No man ever steps in the same river twice, for it’s not the same river and he’s not the same man.”
― Heraclitus

A grandeur of illusion

a miracle of sorts

trailblazing your dreams

and circling and creating

that swirls in your eyes

For that experience so surreal

and so ecstatic at the same time.

Where the life intersects the illusions

between the dreams and reality

Where you are cut into halves,

sliced and mutilated

to appear in million different facades

to bear the overwhelming journey

when the masks are old and peeling

and scaping off bit by bit

and old thatched dreams

are giving in

and slipping into

the deep abyss of  that circling

whirlwind called time.

You sit and prick your yellow skin and

welt soul

to figure out the sane reason

the only belief

you have clutched onto

all this life

which brought you this far.

Was the journey worth the pain?

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