Parisian Illusion

Parisian Illusion

I wish I could live in Paris. Where the streets are long and full of magic. Forgetting that life itself could be so tragic. Endless soirees and details of delight that last for hours under the moonlight. The torn life that you left behind. To exist in a future where you thrive. A trance of romance from place to place. Leaving a curious love to thirst. Floating through angelic gardens of flowers beyond your wildest dreams. To resurrecting in art galleries where you were caught breathless by the brush strokes done with ease. The expensive hunger for pastry from windows that fill that dream with impatience. You have lost love but seek to find it. In a blinding city of illusion and confrontation. Dreams slip further away than you ever expected. Fate, hope and fear combine to one as your over-happiness now a distraction from the things you love. Its innocent gates trap you inside a never-ending city of desire and deception that force reality to be buried. Whilst the reflections you walk past keep you craving and loving relationships that keep you yearning. Halted is life while the wanting controls your intellect. The desire needs passion to compliment your pleasures but your left in a binding street of frustration to deliver. Alone and empty, you do not know yourself as dreams overwhelm you and the city of wonder keeps you locked up and hidden. Stuck in a place that has truly hypnotised you to stay.