Mine

Unaware of this mystical world ,
that precedes me;
Unaware of this magical trait of life that,
engulfs me in its glorified splendour;
I walk on. . .Trapped in a mirage;
Looking for an exit,
that defines my road to existence;
Painful pleasures haunt me enticingly;
But, I walk on. . .
Maneuvering my life to my flights of fantasy;
My life, my own possession. . .
Or is it ?
Is it really mine?