the void

there's a void in front of me
and into it I try to see
the remnants of a lost past
memories scattered and vast

echoes of the bygone times
guilty pleasures, trivial crimes
illusions of a lasting calm
light shining on my palm

the passing of many seasons
the clouding of many reasons
footprints of two long years
the confrontation of my fears

all along those forsaken days
the illusion grew strong always
seeing what you want to see
believing this is meant to be

but illusions will never last
just fragments in your past
if you leave the void alone
the void will soon be gone.