In this age of reason madness begs the history past,
For we glow in this magic show a future yet to pass,
Upon the chosen course of our innocence perpetual,
We lose sight of all we be in our ignorance conceptual.

A smile or two may just do, to drag a satisfying day,
To breathe a sigh to not deny our innocence in play,
Who with we dance seems almost without reason,
For tis' our souls, with each roll, we do commit the treason.

We can deny within each lie a kind of jealous fun,
Though like the natural seasons fold we do deny the sun,
As our life passes by we hide inside our freedom,
While the time is frugal spent, idle in our kingdom.

To reflect our lives untold, unfolding just within our grasp,
To reach beyond, beneath, to sky in every breath to gasp,
For this world my friends, my foes, is not for us to know,
Just grab the lightning by the thunder and let the owner know.

You want to play this little game, to take it by the horn,
Wrestle reason, defeat fear and wake upon the morn,
For those who take life's challenges to walk within the fire,
Shall know, to hold, to understand and join this souls desire.

Christopher John Horne,©Copyright, 2004

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