It's All Mirages

See the breeze
Chase the flowers
Knowing not, to me,
What bothers

Use these words
You've just found them
Like sacred knowledge
From a garden forgotten

But trust me
This isn't the first time
The fruit has chosen
Another apple for your eye

Enlightened as Aristotle
And Socrates
But take this gift
Not with ease

For but a child
Your mind is thinking
You will do things
Like oil leaking

A bi-polar ship
You seem to be
With great power
So avoid the green

Watch where you spill out
Be wary who you give
Your love, which may be
Better, by someone else, received

With repetition you will find
Better placed, should be, your time
As smoke and mirrors dissipate and clear
Being seen a fool you cannot fear

We've all been blind
And seen these mountains
Trust me Dear,
It's all mirages.