Lucid

Time to time

they come

& they go away

They laugh at me

make me smile

& then fade away

The present

seems another past

a second later

The past

seems another present

a bit greater

The game of time

plays all day

all night

Glimmer seems

a mirage

another fright

All left

are memories

& a false hope

All alive

is just a concept

like the pope

Nostalgia

seems a word

beyond the vivid

Illusion

is the only thing

so very lucid