Unaware of this mystical world that precedes me;
Unaware of this magical trait of life that engulfs me in its glorified splendour;
I walk on --
Trapped in a mirage;
Looking for an exit that defines my road to existence;
Painful pleasures haunt me enticingly;
But, I walk on --
Maneuvering my life to my flights of fantasy;
My life, my own possession --
Or is it?
Is it really mine?