a start?

does it get any deeper, in ways good or ill?
would i get what i wished for yet yearn for it still?
are the things that I long for a desert mirage?
are the pictures I treasure a tragic collage?

is the path that I follow a figment of mind?
do my steps moving forward leave carnage behind?
if i die to myself will i miss me when i'm gone?
if i'm true to myself will it silence my song?

Okay, this might not develop into anything.  One couplet just seemed to lead to another, and at this point its mostly an exercise of sorts.