Reality Every Mans Child

In the throws of a dream,
Things werent as they seemed,
But were only illusion, caused by confusion,
nothing had ever been.

We took back our past,
the things we did last, the things we did first before then,
and started anew with a bold point of view,
a chance to be far better men.

In times of resistance, we all had persistance,
would never be strayed from our goals,
and unlike the few who could not start anew,
we were always in reach of our souls.

back in a time, when things werent sublime, reality every mans child.
For a dream to come true, would be held with a view,
that the bearer be forever riled.

were now in an age, where were set up on stage,
but performance is nearing its end,
not likely to jest, but more try and suggest,
that we all get together, down under the weather,
and get the show rolling again.

Previously published in "Portraits of Life", an Anthology of the "International society of poets".

©Mark Harton-Myers
Metaphysical literature 1998
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