Illusions

THE ILLUSION When we are small, small We always fall, always fall A small scar it may leave, But insignificant we believe, we believe When we are teens, tweens, We always fall, fall, fall, A small, small scar it may leave, Our very self, self it smothers we believe, Crazy, crazy, crazy, life sings, sings, A monster every shadow brings, brings, Our knowledge is at its peak we speak, we speak, The monster, destroying, dying, dying we squeak, Emptiness we feel, loss, hopelessness, hopelessness, Leading foolishly, I myself can confess, yes I confess, If we can grasp, squeeze with all our might, fight, we will find, No monster, no shadow, no fear, only our mind, only mind. By Jim Kirk-Wiggins (C)