Living in seclusion and seemingly trapped
in the worlds illusions of what is right and
what is wrong as I continue searching for
those things I just can't seem to find because
I am trapped inside.

All seems a grand illusion and there is just
no escape from this confusion but I am
happy being alone because my mind is free
to roam.

I get out of bed with a sudden urge to write
and I look through subjects of which to
write about and I find that some hold anger,
some are filled with heartbreak and reveal
the fear that people hold of places, and of
events of their past, but the subject of love
is really the only one that reveals to me
the sun.

We don't stop loving because we grow old
but we will grow old if we stop loving and
life is beauty so let us admire it and life is
sometimes a dream so let us realize it and
let us dare it.

Let love be your guiding light and know
that all of the hurt and pain will eventually
fade away and know that the strong will
always prevail in the end so let time be
your friend.
                                                             Jon York   2016