Illusion

Staring at life through the shattered glass of my heart,
The broken shards splinter reality,
Breaking it down,
And it seems like an illusion,
so small,
so pointless,
some kind of fantasy.

Trying to make sense of the signs,
like slaving over mathematics,
on days when you haven't got a clue,
What does this mean?
what does that mean?
why doesn't it make sense?

A thousand tiny cards,
stacked on top of each other,
Balanced perfectly,
My life.
So fragile,
so complicated,
but so utterly perfect,
how i adore it.
and then the wind comes....
Blowing the cards away,
tearing things apart,
destroying all of my hard work,
as if it was nothing,
when really it was everything,
everything i have.

staring at life through the shattered glass of my broken heart,
Trying to piece things together,
restore my crumbling haven,
draw conclusions from such mysteries,
But I'm not able,
I'm too lost,
Too broken,
so pointless,
I'm part of a fantasy,
an illusion....... . . . . . . .