This world is a maya,
An illusion,
A creation, magical,
To lure and entice
With pleasures,
suited for the mankind.
Stimuli that caresses in various ways
Provocations entice and endeavour to deviate.
Mind weaves dreams of comfort and ease.
Safety of a haven
We forever strive to achieve.
With our limited foresight,
Not knowing what lies ahead
We move along blindly;
Balancing ourselves,
Lured by the promises
The illusions, magnificent.
Then one day we reach the end
Unanticipated distress
When the obstacle is insurmountable
The pleasures of life
Have gnawed and chiseled away
The resolve to brave the odds.
Walking on a narrow strip,
one realises
There is no going back.
Engaging in some lyrical athletics whilst painting pictures with words and pounding the pavement. I run; blog; write poetry; chase after my kids & drink coffee.