Poem by myself " Ceaseless illusions"

Ceaseless illusions -poem by myself

So close and so far away
from each other,
scattered we are.....

Thinking and not thinking
of each other , we are....

Existing and non-existing
subconsciously,
we think
about ourselves, maybe about
others as well?

We get lost, we come back, we race, we pretend, we act
for the better price,
Illusions , life , illusions
but not these optical ones,
the ones in us,
the needs,
unfulfilled,
ceaseless,
unattainable
and unrealistic,
present always in us,
haunting us,
forever and immortal.

Copyright ©mirellium ,on the 16th of May, 2008