An Illusory Journey

 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.