• Time is an illusion in the forest,
    as I walk past these trees of life.
    The mirage only deepens,
    when the specters of my past blind my present eyes.
    Trapped in memories of sadness,
    of could have beens, and fake gentle-men with plastic faces.
    This facade only strengthens,
    once the fears of my future and beyond the trail ahead
    Get inside my head and current mind,
    Living in the moment is lost.