All men live with illusions
To cope with themselves
To deal with the others
So none know this reality
It stands before us all
Always there, ever wakeful
Yet inescapable in time
All equalizing to sublime
For those who are near
Often far from one another
That they would not disturb
That kingdom that came
So remote are the dreams
That now are but memories
Made so by the ruts cut deep
The laden wagons ambitious
No dues are then paid off
Bit a brief truce with Satan
For the time to ignore dear
And pursue the perceived
But then the years fall away
As dead autumn leaves do
And all is laid barren, chilled
In the numbing coming cold
The illusions give way too
Slowly they show ife's fate
Destined since its first breath
Reality fleeting, unrecognized
So much so these needed
That they remain until the end
When last gasp takes hold
To smash a false impression