Just sitting at the computer
in it flawless design.
Chimera, deception it's all mine.
Dreams, those delusions of what
was never so perfect in life.
Dreams, those fancy fallacies
that span all the world and seven seas.
In un-enchanted nighttime slumbers
I had no lovely, peaceful fantasies,
just more ambiguous hallucinations,
brought on by invisible temptations.
I have seen visions and inviting mirages
secretly inhabited by ghost and ghouls
and an assortment of other forgotten phantoms. But her.
she has not left me, a memory, a living specter.
Her spirit lost in the uncertain
labyrinth of illusion, and random memory.
A little pixie dust will make it right,
thatís all that is needed on this sleepless night.
After all, what is reality anyway? Nothin' but a collective hunch.
[This message has been edited by Effigy (edited 07-20-2000).]