Our
beliefs stretch as far as we take them
In
our search for the purpose of living
And
our faith is a mould that can shape them
In
our lessons of loving and giving
But
when streams become trapped we mistake them
For
the limitless source of the ocean
In
our quest for the gods, we forsake them
For
the truth is in eternal motion
Our
illusions are real as we make them
Like
trick mirrors that play with the sunlight
And
our questions are hammers to break them
Bringing new worlds alive with our insight
Copyright 2007
2 Illusions (Pdf print version)
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