Mind-play

To be or not to be;
Stay and get ravaged?
Or should he flee.

The beckonings of a moonlit mirage,
or the silence of a decaying city.
Which should he pay heed to?

Never, never do the doors open.
Not once can he tell apart,
Fair truth from raven illusion.

The alleys of the mind,
are the homes of them,
juggernauts and acrobats.

He is condemned to ceaseless play.
Suspended forever in the mind's trapeze,
Cant escape try as he may.