Sweet Kiss

In the imagination of this person I’ve come to know The darker the image the more familiar she is to me The clearer the illusion the more comforting she is to me The sweet kiss of the mind in its own creation of life Of the stumbling around in a world made of imaginations The collision of illusions making for more troubles of the souls Making for more fantastic creations of worlds Everyone jokeying for position with no start and no end I wait for the sweet kiss of life and death in one breath As I watch the clash of the egos and of the wills to live There is no limit to such destruction and illusion to live as such All is simple in the complexity of the war of the minds Of the wants to want more and be more for those watching They watch without words and never truly looking for the truth They watch for what fits their illusion and feeds their needs only No one else is critical in the game that’s played All are dispensable and all are replaceable without charge That is the key to be expendable to all and indispensible to none To be vital may be the death of you, it was the death of me It was the sweet kiss life that launched me there I never looked twice ahead and always behind Never could I run fast and far enough only to find myself where I started Can so much reward be granted for the work done and the changes Was this all necessary to what I see today To what I feel today in my illusion of what I created just for me to survive No it is not the sweet kiss of my illusion that makes me glow in darkness It is the sorrow of my soul that drags me away from the light they say to follow Make no mistake screams my soul, you are not what you think and what you want Let the sweet kiss of a dying you take you where you really want to go Know the difference from this place and that place And let the illusion carry you away So far away that never again you return to this place