A Phantom Agony

i. impasse of thoughts i cana€™t see you i, cana€™t hear you do you still exist? i cana€™t feel you, i cana€™t touch you do you still exist? the phantom agony i cana€™t taste you, i cana€™t think of you do we exist at all? ii. between hope and despair the future doesna€™t pass and the post wona€™t overtake the present all the remains is an obsolete illusion we are afraid of all the things that could not be a phantom agony do we dream at night or do we share the same old fantasy? i am a silhouette of the person wandering in my dreams tears of unprecedented beauty reveal the truth of existence wea€™re all sadists the age-old development of consciousness drives us away from the essence of life we meditate too much, so that our instincts will fade away they fade away whata€™s the point of life and whata€™s the meaning if we all die in the end? does it make sense to learn or do we forget everything? tears of unprecedented beauty reveal the truth of existence wea€™re all pessimists teach me how to see and free the disbelief in me what we get is what we see, the phantom agony a te spiritus noster devoratur et nostra anima capitur ia€™m afraid of my own exchange of views what we get is what we see, the phantom agony iii. nevermore the lucidity of my mind has been revealed in new dreams i am able to travel where my heart goes in search of self- realisation this is the way to escape from our agitation and developed ourselves use your illusion and enter my dream...