Is that you get the most perfect, beautiful dream in your sleep - and waking up realising that that perfection could possibly never be achieved. That all you wanted in life came in a split second - and left you all the same.

I guess that's the ultimatum of my mind's illusion.

The compression of every thought and ideals in my mind.

That elusive beauty that I could possibly never know.

*Elusive Compressive Illusiveness*

The elusive beauty of illusions -

In this compressed memory -

I awake to concussions -

Only to feel sorry -

To this self-ridden soul -

That is void of all perfection -

An infinite loophole -

Carrying this malediction -

For all I wanted is life was achieved -

In the illusion of my mind -

Alas it can never be retrieved -

For elusiveness carries the bind -

Firaga - The flame of life -

Towards this compressive strife -

-Firaga-