Endless Fantasy

 

Life still goes on,
an eternal regression.
Facing backwards, I see
time stretching into obscurity.

 

Minutes pass too quickly,
relentlessly moving to completion.
In their swift passage they gather
fragments of my existence.

 

Endless fantasy,
this is but one in a series
of lifeless illusions.
The mold was loosely cast
amid many delusions.

 

All I have done is nothing.
All I have seen is unreal,
vanishing vision,
metaphysical illusion,
utterly fantastic dream.