An illusion of my thought

An illusion of my thought

Sometime I find myself,
In a position I am unknown,
Like an illusion and still a fact,
Many ways to go,
And yet I am off nowhere.

Well, could be the season’s song,
Or the memories of different thought.
I wish, I could come up,
To scale the thought of hell.
I know I am not alone,
With all my vision still bright,
Yet rusty I go and the cry……