Flesh be no match, for two wheel four stroke
Future, crushed in thy hand, "will" buckled, broke.
Chips from a heart now lies buried in sand
The dance now concluded, strike down the band

One conscious decision, unconsciously gleaned
Sweet wine be no more, the goblet, cleaned
Pursuits of illusion, through electronic space
With solitude my host, to shadow, at pace

Trice slapped in the face, eroded such bliss
Insulted, then mimicked, the last, but a kiss
A smile cross a room, now filled with regret
Can one face such challenge, the ghost unseen yet

To bid one "adieu", shed not a tear
Cherish and savor, what memory share
To solace and mist, a shadow in place
I become an illusion in electronic space

Friends are but few, loves there are none
I return to a home, in a shadow of "Sun."