Room of Mirrors

Moving ahead 
I pushed my past behind 
Only to see it 
Come back again 

Brisk pace might help 
I told myself 
But it caught up 
Equally fast 

At every turn 
I tricked it 
Only to see it 
Ricochet back again 

Stairs I climbed 
But of no use 
As they were 
The Penrose Paradox 

I have known now 
What present means 
Nothing more 
But mirage of the past 

Your steps may move 
But not really you 
As the way ahead 
Is but an image 

See a hundred paths 
A long road ahead 
Promising you 
A thousand joys 

Look close 
Close enough 
And you'll find it 
All a bit strange 

Trapped you are 
In a room of mirrors 
Reality is but an illusion 
Illusion is your reality