And so to bed,
though once it was said
that life is just an illusion.
Well if that is so,
then why, long ago,
was my life such a whirl of confusion?

A nightmare, a dream
or so it would seem,
could be life long ago
on an endless stream.
We are trapped in a world
somewhere deep; 

So settled now am I
that I often wonder why
I was once so afraid;
lived my life in the shade.

I need no longer cry,
for although we must die
we don't have to pretend
for there may be no end.

Maybe life is
but a butterfly's dream
with no boundary's,
or borders;
no end it would seem?


Written by Darren Scanlon, November 1985.
Revised by Darren Scanlon, 31st July 2016.
©2016 Darren Scanlon. All rights reserved.

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