Life Is Sometimes Illusions Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Life is sometimes illusions
With meanings so deep,
Adorable confusions
Like fantasies from sleep.

And everything is going on
And playing with your mind,
Up and down never done
Until their ways you find.

Life is sometime easy ways
Like the eyes are seeing,
Easiness that to you plays
In all its laid-back being.

Morning coming with sun
Flowers in beauty shade,
Winter moments in its fun
Frosty roses that'll fade.

Life is what you see it is
Something to give and wake,
Moments into shady bliss
Conducts to do and make.

Everything that you'll find
Trickeries from reveries,
You are you and your mind
and a heart that believes.