Let the illusion be, atleast for a while.
Till it doesn’t matter anymore.
I know its a lie, a charade to play by.
But it gives me hope.
Hope to trudge along.
Hope to survive.
Along the road, a time will come,
to heal my wounds, to moisten my tongue.
When I would look back and laugh
at the silly things I cried.
Tell me then, how wrong I was,
To believe what I believed.
To see what I saw.
For it won’t matter anymore.