From illuion to Reality

I sit on the winged Maya,
also called illusion spiralling,
in and around, gauzy something,
to quench my thirst in the nearby
river, it is again only a mirage
I realize Maya has taken
me for a ride, me looking backwards,
but it marches along ,forging
Ahead, I get dropped
in search of reality,
waving my hand , bid farewell.