Description of an odd beast

A malady they say, probably, they know the name to this odd beast,
but I know what this discord is and what it is proficient at, atleast.
A race with no well-set endpoint, a race that only you can perceive,
like a phantasm, an illusion, a mirage, a chimaera that you weave
of laces so inscrutable that you lose yourself in its grand conception;
undoing the truth from the deceitful forms moulded by this delusion.
A projection of the future that is distinct from today you love, but why?
Cast by obsessions, fascinations, fears, distrust -a sophisticated lie
but so genuine that you savour those obscure feeling before they arrive
Ironically you apprehend it all, and yet the parable gets the best of you
cluttered and ruffled up, escalating an effort to sort out what is true.
Like abiding anxiously to approach a climax, you sketch an allegory,
artistic though, does it not look too much sweat on an imaginary story?