Games Of Illusion Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Rushing into the morning of another dimension, mind
awake and rocking to rhythms of interior wisdom.

Holding onto capsules of knowledge, swallowing them
constantly as they open this mind to impossibilities
of everything in this life.

Thinking outside of the box, allowing ideas of hidden
solutions to come about and be used in definitions of
every problem being solved this day.

Rhythms taking and counting themselves in the games
of this illusion, characterized in life.