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The Edge of a Mirage

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The Edge of a Mirage

by

Judy Markworth

Some may call it hope and some may call it a dream.
It’s just a flight of fantasy that begs for sweet release.
That longing that you feel? The fulfillment that you seek?
It’s just a mirage, I tell you. You can call what you will.

It’s a vision in the distance, must be seen to be believed.
You think it stands for nothing but deception, desire and greed.
It’s a hallucination of the mind that usually ends in pain.
Yet time and again you reach for it and look for something to gain.

You can see it, even taste it
Yet it’s always miles away
You know it’s just another hope
You were fool enough to savor

You see the edge of that mirage? Give chase to it if you dare.
Reach out and try to touch it. Its lure will surely ensnare.
I’ve cried each time it’s fooled me and tried to stay away.
If I try to touch it once more, will it again lead me astray?

Why do you chase a boundary bearing signs of heat . . .
When time and again you’ve reached for it and seen the flames leap?
Why do you believe it’s hope and conclude the edge is real?
Maybe if you’ve been singed like me, you know how I feel.

You can hear it, even feel it
Yet it’s always miles away
You’re sure it’s just another dream
You’ll be forced to give away

That vision in the distance can hold joy or despair.
Too many times you’ve seen the illusion disappear into thin air.
When it’s nothing you have given, then it’s nothing you will receive.
So why reach for the edge of a mirage? Can joy really be achieved?

In the center of that mirage exist our hopes and dreams.
If the boundaries are so clear, how can it not be what it seems?
Some may think it delusion and at times so have I.
But what is there to live for if hope can’t have another try?

You can see it, feel it, taste it
Yet it’s always miles away
Life is full many false hopes
But Faith will get you through the day