The perfect illusion.

Reality is a chaos,
so loud yet so empty,
secrets remain secrets now,
losing ourselves little by little each passing day

I dream to recapture what is lost,
a dream to regain the sanity,
a dream to create a reality…
of my own.

I envision a reality so sweet,
that one doesn’t need to dream,
in which destinations are reachable,
battles aren’t fought within oneself,
helplessness is forgettable,
and we construct our own realm.

I dream of a world which is close by,
where lost souls are approachable,
mental peace is accessible,
and there are no tears to cry.

I dream to be happy,
no miss, no ache, no hate,
A dream to escape the harsh realities of life,
to stop the time,
restart again,
make everything right.

I dream of a blissful eternity,
the Perfect Illusion,
ironically, neither exist.
Perhaps a miracle?