Illusions

as we walk shrouded in white fog
with diverging hearts and minds
we whisper lies to each other.

the wide river besides us rises up
as if to cleanse our mortal fallacies,
but is lost to our blinded eyes.

for it is in the valley of spears we
walk without shoes while bleeding
from unfeeling feet.

hidden doth the truth stay
for it is not truth we wish for
but our own delusions of reality.