Illusions : scatter

Illusions break apart

Inside and shatter

Scattering their remnants

On the wild wind

As I feel all of these shivers

Under my skin

Reminding me of the fact

There is in reality

Nothing to hold onto

That lays outside of me

And the greatest power I possess

Is to mourn or rage

As all of these illusions

Blow away

Scattered in all directions

By the wild wind

As feelings release