Illusions illuminate all the while conscious coincidence may demonstrate. A brightened horizon awaiting somewhere in distant lands. A brief vision seen through the cracks of my hands. Wonders of the how's and the why's, listening to the laughs of the children yet some of them are still wiping their eyes. Timing the thoughts about the where's and the when, coming to understand today and what could have been. Entering the scene and suddenly out of the blues, that lightly whispered voice galantly guides me to the who. So, you may see the shining of the sun reflecting your footsteps still you ask have you won? Your need of understanding embraces your desire. Will you be able to see the smoke rising above the fire? Will you know that you are standing in the middle of imaginary ashes? End the self conflicting wounds and the emotional lashes. You are indeed a human being. It is just fine to make a mistake. There is no need to be playing with a magic rake. Hands in the air smiling through the wind, how in the world did I deserve this? Holding onto my breath, looking for the nearest star, I make another wish.