This side of Paradise

Through Rilke, Neruda and Yeats,trying to find my way
Each word, each poem become a new version of you
I feel the confusion of ages
When even words of those masters fail to express What I need to say

Behind the gossamer veil of reality
We act, play the part to be normal,
To fit into great scheme of things
in the eternal play of masks and mirrors

But after all theses years of exertions
Our souls still have a touch of invincibility
While God still prefer to play hide and seek
In this side of paradise