Dis-Illusion

How can you say that your dreams, Weaved into an atrocious scarf, Is not the one you fathomed, But at least keeps you warm? Why do you feel so lonely, Never could feel that emotion before, When dusk falls, streetlights shimmer, And music starts to play? Where do you go to hide, From glares and unsolicited advices, That keep hitting you like missiles, But never take your heartbeat away? Why does sobbing and gasping, Awaken a quiescent part of your mind, Stirring up a turmoil That shakes you up from every other slumber? Why do you feel crushed, When people make excuses, valid or otherwise, To realise, you only have yourself at the end of the day? Leave me alone. Leave me to doom. Blame the stars. Blame the skies and the moon. And she is always THE ONE, Until you meet the next one. May you meet her soon.