An Illusion or Reality?

A glance or an interlude
What the heart craves for
A beginning to something bitter
Or an end to a sweet respite?

The world stands as an illusion
While the footsteps trace an unknown
Is it just a mirage,
Or a virtual truth that leaves you in awe?

Why the heart conjures these intricacies
As the eyes stare at a distance void
A kaleidoscope of myriad colors
Or a conflict between black and white
So why do I look for hues of grey?

You get what you deserve
Or what you honestly wish for?
Do I wait or seek this trail
A trail of oblivion
Or march down the troddy path of discovery?

While hiding and escaping,
The heart absconds
Longing for a soul to revoke,
The transient refuge lasts,
Till the respite appears again,
Letting the loop continues,
Mingling with the struggles of letting go.