Illusion
I choose to believe in illusion,
As if it's a rose blooming in dawn
I choose to believe in confusion
And keep my soul withdrawn.
No other way to see you,
To still feel this beyond the end of age
I'm all right to see nothing new:
Not the promise after the voyage.
I choose to believe in illusion,
It may apply in my skin
I'm also trying to bribe my confusion
To cover the darkness within
For life is good,always good
When you are aware of your feeling,
Some things cannot be understood;
I wish I could go on beyond my being..
I appreciate my joy,I accept my pain
I can even love what is seemed unfair
I love the smell of flower and rain
Without them,I cannot be whole there..
April 7,2014
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