DISTORTED VISION

Is it raining or is it an illusion?

My mind seems to be losing control,

I don’t distinguish between dream and vision,

I feed upon my ignorance as huge as a troll.

There are things, I need to know,

Things that should have been,

I feel the need to check the snow,

That has frozen my sheen!

Some things are unseen,

Some remain  unattended,

Every winding of fate does wean,

The ray of hope that has been mended.

The task is cumbersome,

I am left with none to spare,

My destiny seems to be handsome,

But to get at it, I should lay myself bare…