IllûSIONS

It could be an ant
In a magnifying glass;
Appeared as a giant,
Before an illusive eyes.

So as an elephant
Living in a land of grass,
Has now begun to hunt
For ants in the wilds.

Visions enchant
The readiness' hearts;
Yet fixed at the blunt
Side of the tappers' axe.

illusions.

My heart
Of the universe7
Scripted in uni-verse
Given to the world
He is the word
My sword

So to keep a standard;
T.R.Y - The Rare You.

Eventually,
We're weaned from timidity;
Out of the world's ecstasy.
And here we stand tall,
To cling on to our call.
And we fear not, not to fall.

Missing Or Vanishing Eventually