on a journey of illusion
without meaning
where memories drift
as deceptive shadows
when we ran
on the edge of a lonely cliff
without a right path
only movement
seemingly alive
but meaningless
in a vain search
for lost traces
in flowing water
of what never existed
their scent
the illusion of the past
whisper if there is meaning
are these memories
more than just illusions
twilight sky
that gives no answer
until time proves
everything is just an illusion
