Illusions

Illusions, life’s mode of play

It’s safe, we won’t lose our way

Time creates the boundary line

We’re free to play yours and mine 

The illusionist isn’t finished 

There’s much more to be relished

We are only a thought away

From stopping the sway

Of the mind, to the illusionist’s beat

Going for eons, it’s quite a feat

It’s power, it’s hard to resist 

Making us add to the mind’s list

Illusion even enters our sleep

In dreams, not allowing us to go deep 

The illusionist gives up the game

When we wake up without a name