I live with the premise that,
Life has some meaning,
That time is not stealing,
Instead it’s revealing.

But...

Inside the mirage
Is where we reside.
The waves of our time
Just keep drifting by…

We’re washed up to dry
On the desert’s hot shore
Where the visions we see
Are so hard to ignore.

The illusion resides
In the depths of our minds
Where reason dissolves
And mystery evolves.

The tempest we see
When we look deep inside
Is all just a dream
That our memories abide.