An Illusion

 

When will they stop bleeding us dry

Assaulting the walls of our very being

Laying us out to dry in rain sodden earth

Squeezing our hand with an eye on our pocket

I search for light, a glimmer of a reward

Only to dwell in an abyss of inner turmoil

Fantasies of past joys visit my mind

These memories I invite into my slumber

Weary of endless days of entrenched boredom

Enthusiasm has run its course

I acknowledge time is spent and I repent

Years past I was a soldier brimming with certitude

In these darkened times I hear only of strife

Motivation was ever present as sure as a sea breeze bloweth

Now I occupy myself in a melancholy of need

My lot is a pot nearly full to the brim

I day dream of lost loves and many a thrill

Let it be known that this is an illusion

Where reality and time are entwinned in a fusion