Illusion

If I were you, and you were me We wouldn’t have to worry Salvaged by intergrality We’d live a different story Inside our own illusion We’d share our personalities Illusions aren’t confusion Illusions make realities I want to fly, a man once said The birds can, why can't I? They laughed at him you must be mad Climb on the roof and try Later his daring dream came true Without that dream of flying No flights we’d book to get us to Wherever we desire Illusions save me from today Tomorrows petty pace Continues in the same old way Days walk across my face No warning says that it’s too late Or its too early to begin If I’m in power to create Our own prophetic dream I’ll do my part the best I can Gale winds will mix my dust With yours, according to the plan That is unknown to us.