Was it time?
Or merely the illusion of its passing
That let me know I’d lost my chance
Was it life?
Or merely the illusion of its end
That ceased the flowing of my rants
Was it me?
Or merely a silhouette of who I am
Who felt these things long gone
Was it you?
Or merely who I wanted you to be
That turned me into a pawn
Was it gone?
Or the illusion it was ever here
Before I knew what it was
Am I here?
Or just an illusion of myself
To keep you from feeling alone