Illusion

I am somewhere,
Everything is bleak.
No one knows what happiness is.

There is no escape, nothing.
I begin to wonder: was it always like this?
Was there always no better tomorrow?

The birds don't sing, they were silenced,
And the traffic moves but there is almost no sound.
Children don't play or smile. There is no trace of glee or freedom.

Sound, Time, Space; everything is meaningless.
There is no more purpose, no more goals to go for.
There is nothing of sanity left.

Suddenly a bird braves the silence and sings,
Everything snaps back to how it was.
And i wonder was it just an illusion?