A Summer Flower

Life is an illusion, just a shadow, a reflection in a mirror.
A wall of laments built by the real me.
Life is déjà vu, just a dream, an abandoned building.

A windowless room, and a haunted house.
Life is a controversial teacher, nothing more, a thread of lies knotted tight.

Foolish, the one who seeks the truth!
Life is a summer flower,
withering, dying a little more each day since childhood.

Then why fear an ending that was never ours?
Life is an illusion, just a dream...