There it is

The illusion.

That unfolded.
So slowly.
It was difficult.
To make out.
What was what?
The sense of living.
Yet not enjoyed.
Fully.
Gave a hazy picture.
Of uncertainty mixed with.
The unending pleasure of.
Youth and aplenty.
Knew no bounds.
Seams couldn't control.
The gushing of the flow.
Drowning everything.
On its way.