The seeds of ilussion will land slowly
on the wind of words sounding holy.
In no time the seeds will grow,
before your mind gets to know
what is the purpose of those words?
Is it only to entertain birds
and give the lyrics to their songs?
Or to engage them all along?
Yet in the perspective of the decades
will those words achieve to fade?
Are they ever to become deeds,
for that's what are human needs.
While the illusion is there to distract,
are those words ever to interact
as human would do ?
Are we becoming an abstract hue?
An catharsic experience is yet appreciated,
even more if art is in this way stimulated.
But be aware of those illusionary seeds
don't let them forget you to breathe.
Don't let them take away your life,
don't let them forget you about your strife.
Use those seeds to make you grow,
use them to learn to let it go,
and live your life day by day,
don't forget your path, don't get astray.
Fulfill that dream, that dream of yours,
and swim and swim to reach those shores.
For one day when you get old,
when you'll get your grandchild to hold,
then look back proudly with story to tell,
that you never wanted your soul to sell.
That there were always two paths, to choose,
that you never wanted your way to lose.
That sometimes you wandered,not for long,
and you never forgot your heart's song.
Make your story now,so you can retell,
falling and rising, while others just fell.

© Lady_O