I'm caught in a contest yet again.

Unable to question my opiate senses,

I drift away from my reasoning,

Losing myself under an illusion,

Unable to apprehend the right from wrong,

I continue to lurch.

A boulder awaits me,

Right at the end of my reverie,

Ready to blow me into smithereens.

I know the cusp,

But still cannot alter the route.

I'm doped under illusion.

Lie seems to become the ultimate truth, the only truth.

I recline under its deception,

Hoping for a brighter tomorrow.

But alas, I forget

It’s just a mirage of thousand unreal chimeras,

Ready to ebb,

No sooner I lay my hands on them.