ILLUSIONS

ILLUSIONS

When I was a child I lived by the illusions in my mind,

Both refuge and pleasure in them I’d find,

So simple were those days,

Not a care in the world was the motto of my ways,

I believed in love more then than I do now,

All be it naïve, it was still pure and unconditional somehow.

Today when I look into the faces of my niece and nephew,

I only ask that they keep that happiness that I outgrew,

Forever some small piece of innocence they always keep,

And never drown in the disillusions this world reaps.

I need to regain that inspiration to live,

Not just day to day, but really give,

All that’s within me,

So that I may no longer be a figure of transparency,

I must draw from the young energy and love without lies,

And learn from my past and heed the words of the wise.

Oh to be a child again and live by the illusions of my mind,

I sure do miss the refuge and pleasure in them I’d always find.

-brad