The Delusions

Sometimes it happens that delusion seems better than subsistence,

As you're looking deep into the occurrence,

Reality hurts highly you don't conceive,

Besides those misconceptions help us live our lives through it.

As I strolled on the city pathway,

Unescorted in the catastrophic dark,

Something unusual and blight came to my vision,

As if it was fatiguing towards me,

Swiftly and daunting it seemed as such,

Perhaps to just decay me to my last bit,

Or was just my fidelity that came into existence.

As the shattered dreams betrayed me and left me lonely to wander away,

I took a moment from the chaos and unequivocally to tackle something vivid,

Besides the ceasing spell and had to commence the arbitrage,

Still marveling as to begin or to leave it the way it was?