MIRAGE You are running, running, But you never move. For if you tread my road It is endless. You are hiding, but invisible To none but yourself, As all the walls are made of glass And you are the transparency. You show me the way To the gates of paradise But they are locked And you forgot the key. You teach me how to fly But not to land again. Your mouth forms words That say 'I love you' But even as we speak They run back into the Comfort of your dreams 'Stand up and be counted' I scream to you silently, As taking your hand it melts away And you begin to slowly Disappear again.