Turned Fantasy

This is what I ran to see,
Life's illusion turned fantasy.
Constriction from Non-Fiction,
Convictions wrought by Friction.
Living with life's pain,
Again and again.
Just going insane,
Was it all in vain?
We breathe in this breath,
From birth until death,
We are meat, bone and flesh,
And we've come to refresh.
This is what I ran to see,
Life's illusion turned fantasy.
This Affliction, our Predilection,
Paints the Depiction of our Prediction.
I'm the man with the plan,
Greater, not Lesser than,
From before time began,
So this is why I ran.
To earn my daily bread,
Each day until I'm dead
Please forgive me my debts,
For life's wagers and bets.
This is what I ran to see,
Life's illusion turned fantasy.
No Infliction of Crucifixion.
In my Jurisdiction, Cause for Eviction.
Without and within,
Can't wait to begin
Much more than a when,
Neither now nor then.
Alive in your breast,
You know what is best,
We've traveled the quest,
And we've passed the test.
This is what I ran to see,
Life's illusion turned fantasy.