That pathway to paradise with an open door Where illusions can stumble souls A cunning smile awaits at every turn Within a feeble traumatic mind . Deluding every step you make Building your hope on desert sand A whirlwind with impulsive light Carrys you away to a world unknown. And like a cork you are tossed into the waves Now land awaits with solid ground. Then truth will emerge to take you home RealityΒ Β will greet you with her open arms Then life will take its glories flight. The deception of your heart will change And erase the mirage from your eyes. True colours will emerge again And then you will smile for real this time.
Everyone is searching for that ideal but some times things are not always What they seem And what we hope for .Hence not all that glitter is made of Gold.