Shadow World
The world is but a shade,
A fog of endless dreams and nightmares
None can wake from;
Illusions, ghostly shadows
That blind and sedate the mind.
The world is but a shade,
Wraithlike reflections,
Phantasms seen darkly through the glass,
A twisted chimera that seldom
Reveals its secrets.
The world is but a shade,
Vaporous mists deceiving our eyes,
Haunting echoes of deceit in our ears,
Will-o-wisps floating in the ethereal fog
Disappearing in the flood of sun.
The world is but a shade,
A mocking lie we tell one another
Without even knowing it,
A collective mirage seen
In the burning desert of reality.
When the world is but a shade,
Reality is Chaos unleashed,
A puzzle dashed to bits,
Ephemeral wisps of smoke
Blown in the tempest,
Here for a moment,
Then lost forever
In the swirling void.
If the world is truly just a shade,
Then do I really exist
Or am I just a phantom in the mists?
Is this a crimson garnet here in my hand?
Do these pink roses smell so sweet?
Are the Himalayas a mirage of the mind’s eye?
What about the ocean depths we can’t see
Or what’s beyond the farthest horizon?
How can I be sure
That my senses lie not,
Whether my memories are mine,
Or what is even real
In a world of illusion and shades?
Who is to know
That the world is but a shade,
An illusion fading away.
