Slowly

Bit by bit

Quietly

At first

Almost unnoticably

Change is here

 

What seemed certain and clear

Has disappeared behind a curtain of mist

I catch a glimpse every now and then

And all has turned into vapour

 

There is no firm ground under my feet

I put my foot down and sink

I take another step and stumble

There is nothing else to do

But to keep walking

Or is there?

 

Thoughts race each other

And keep turning round and round

Chasing the wind

Spinning and whirling

Forcing me to look at a mirage

 

My world falls apart

Shatters like glass

And I have to act

Or do I?

What is real?

What is illusion?

What is left?

 

Could it be

That after all these years

I have to be

Me?

 

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