But she can weave a spell
Aug. 14th, 2004 03:21 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
woodfaceSometimes we set goals in our lives. Something to strive for. A hope, an ambition. Something you tell yourself you really want to do.
And then you realise that it's just a fata morgana. That you've painted the reflections on the road yourself because you needed a reason to get to this point. But when you get there the illusion is gone, it never even was on this road to begin with. You're left standing in the middle of nowhere without even knowing why you wanted to take this path anyway. And all you can do is laugh at that thought because that so called path seems to fading into the sand as well.
Always a shadow around a corner
And then you realise that it's just a fata morgana. That you've painted the reflections on the road yourself because you needed a reason to get to this point. But when you get there the illusion is gone, it never even was on this road to begin with. You're left standing in the middle of nowhere without even knowing why you wanted to take this path anyway. And all you can do is laugh at that thought because that so called path seems to fading into the sand as well.
Always a shadow around a corner
