Illusive and Omnipresent

Illusive and omnipresent;

Always there, but never.

You sense my presence only

By what you cannot endeavor.

Your dreams are mine for the making,

Your hopes, mine to shatter.

Your secrets are my keeping

And your fears are all that matter.

You can’t see me, can’t hear me,

But you know I’m always here,

Watching, waiting,

Always ready to interfere.

Illusive and omnipresent

Is what I will always be,

You can never will me away

And you can never hide from me.

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