My tired eyes open slowly. I am no longer surprised by the scene for I have finally realized that these dreams are just a fantasy. A cruel fantasy that satisfies my hunger for freedom but I know that they will soon disappear and I will be left with nothing. I can no longer feel the soft and gentle warmth of the sun. I can no longer hear the hidden secrets of the wind and gradually everything I see is becoming dull and elusive. I am quietly picking up the pieces of my worn out mask. As happiness swiftly escapes from my grasp to find a new lover. I am reluctant in chasing after it for I know that what I am chasing will forever be a distant mirage. Placing the fragile pieces together, I've re-created my cherished mask,placing it over my tired,expressionless face. My shadow is no longer restrained, as it dances with such light steps along with the madness of despair. I glance at the bright,blue sky as it feverishly gets devoured by the benevolent night. Time's valuable last seconds are nearly up for it is time for me to go back to the malicious life where I forget my true self, for having an illusion as a future is far more pleasant then having the internal terrors of reality tormenting me with every single step I take.