I see all those early ways
I see them all quite clear
Those were the naïve wonder days
Some harsh and some most dear

Now change has had its way
The past has dimmed and faded
Bowing to another day
One that’s dull and jaded

So we, illusions hill must climb
To end this mystic story
Upward to the bells that chime
To toll the maker’s glory

It’s inside you, the old book said
So why search in the mist?
The path you take inside your head
Might have a saving twist

So many things we hope to find
Whilst roaming far and near
Perhaps we seek the light that’s true
Maybe, that’s why we’re here

What hides behind the curtain
You’ll witness at the end
But one thing is for certain
The rules will never bend

© Steve Bentley