Mechanic

I've set up a place in my mind,
And I saw you in broad daylight.
I've deceived myself. You're only an image.
At the night, I see you again. I reach out,
But you writhe and disappear before my eyes.

I don't understand the pressure in my brain,
The seconds of time passing by in a funnel.
The choking sensation of this cotton smoke,
The meaningful nothingness of this feeling.

You were never and ever there.