Dreaming is a certain thing ... but what is an illusion?

Just some thoughts so farfetched ... to be pretended by the mind.

Is it not flying on eagle wings ... a foregone conclusion

or is it more an idea so etched ... that things desired are primed?

Who would I like to be ... and how would I be content?

Would it be through possessions or to be admired by men?

What can I really see ... and what can I vent?

Do I like suppression by the “who” I might have been?

Do I like my friends ... or love myself more?

Are my friend’s acquaintances ... to justify my being?

Is it my selfish trend that closes every door

creating all distance in the thoughts of human beings?

To be one with all ... is a simple command

that ties hearts together before the sun is set.

It is the altar call ... written in the sand

that withstands all weather ... as storms of life are fed.

To change into the other ... the one I ought to be

simply is impossible ... as it has to be done.

Formed in my mother’s womb called to be free

to make all things possible ... through Christ the Son.