Illusions and Insight

Sight before me, thy acting my dreams on your given reality? Missed thy calling long before perceived journey. Set, live, stage. Mind reverts back, encounters met, situations taught. This, now where I am standing? What is it that surrounds me? No web has been cast, yet to see or thy know what is heavenly, though it continues onwards. There is a new dawn incoming, a frosty beginning. Shall this feeling remain or will it be unnoticed? One did ask pass the moonlight, "Are you my eyes long to see?" Does my words matter not? As the devil pillages within our souls individually, The morning dew upon our lip, drawing our last breath, our new "moments" scene. I stand in front of you, not as your enemy but a giving hand. Do take thy strength, time is upon me.