Raining Delusions
Drops of innocence envelope me in a shower,
Silver clouds skip merrily over a hill of paper flowers.
Hear the wind sing, it leaves a trail of destruction,
The seas swirl into an endless, hollow oblivion.
Here comes the crowd of crying angels,
Playing their fiddles in a strange illusion.
Walking along a path of glass, reflecting an inner self,
It was difficult to recognize my soul in a torrent of enigma.
Running forever in a painted world,
Losing myself in the sands of time.
But still, I swear never to lose hopefulness,
To remember the confidence in your firm eyes.
Travelling in a hollow sky, my heart swings.
Soon it'll shatter into a million fragments,
And bore the wounds of a tearful remembrance.
Standing in front of a painted world,
A rain of light pours, and my emotions uncurl.
I wondered what secrets do the storms keep,
But for now, I'll keep tracing a bewildering journey.
