Straight Past The Mirage Poem by Eillio Imbasciati

Bear in mind,
At times life can get grisly,
Especially when one is misdirected from their nature,
Fawning over an identity that doesn't exist for them
Some are left vacant after being used up,
Remaining alone because they have nothing left to give,
Although being born helpless doesn't mean we age helpless,
So we rally and reorganize,
Ignoring the vast wilderness, focusing on our route,
Straight past the mirage and closer to where we belong