The slipping era

My muse found inspiration after a long gap and some random thoughts converged to produce the following! Comments solicited!
A passing moment, or perhaps an era slipping by,
A pocketful of memories, few thoughts survive-
On the crossroads of life, I pause, I ponder,
A mendicant's belongings - whither smile, whither cry?

Of the tired legs running, the shifting sands,
The illusion of living, a cosmic trance?
And how many acts, in how many more plays?
A scene within a scene, a puppet's dance?

Laughters echo, under a shroud of stoic silence,
A lingering thirst - Oh saki! my saviour, my hope!
Let me drink from thy lips, drown again in illusion,
Oh truth, what good! Oh life, I shall cope!