Asphyxiation

Dreaming, every moment is extended.

The vision stares across a field and an ocean;

Past budding flowers and mature storms, at a notion,

And the idea is almost apprehended…

But, too late, the ethereal slips the clasp.

The will is: buffeted by a ravaging verity,

And, the only perception is a closing grasp;

Suffocating, in each instance of reality.

Each instant which (once) felt elongated,

Each dream of oceans and fields

Was: just a delusion, falsely created;

A mirage in the desert appeals.

Those celestial desires gave the life significance,

An explanation – a purpose for wasted existence;

Now, a riddle, without any meaning…

(Awake or) asleep devoid of dreaming…

Truth is just another momentary distraction,

Another fact believed to have been seized.

Truth is another iteration of futile action,

To conceal, till all life and air is totally squeezed.

Composed By: A.D.