Illusion

Sometimes imagination is my only friend Mind over matter, there’s no strings With a leap of faith, interpretation speaks quietly Without an audience, reality is but an illusion Waiting for answers, charging forward Faith carries its own club, weighted down Gently it reaches, precisely engineered Generations wait with flawed anticipation Giving solace to the masses, ignoring the obvious Without pretense, conclusions are discarded Abandoned with care, loneliness gives way to hope Respectfully declined, lost in vengeful victory Where love triumphs and hope is a futile answer Where feelings, dreams and destiny have been stolen Given freely, tempted by life, we control fate If you’re in the game, you’ve already won ~Rick Berry