The apple pie

Here

Smell the apple pie

Warm like the sunshine

Soft like the mother's hug

Sweet like the lover's kiss

The whiffs of cinnamon

Resonating the familiarity 

Of woods and hearth

That's what you are to me

Home to my solitary soul!

Disillusionment

The mask falls

and I see you

Scared

Tired 

Ready to flee

to the familiar bubble of your existence 

And the clock strikes

One 

Two

Three

Were you even awake

when I knocked at your door

Were you listening 

when I blew my trumpet 

And the mask falls

I see you

Eyes shut tightly

The image of a prey

facing the predator 

Whimpering

In fear and agony

I can't coax you

to open your eyes

I can't make you believe

what you fear

is what sets you free

The feeling is percolating through me

Freezing my innards

I am afraid

I will pull the mask back on

The illusions you say

Are necessary 

The illusions

give your mask a purpose

The illusions are the status quo

The world seeks of you

Till the next ice age!