Illusions

Our beliefs stretch as far as we take them
In our search for the purpose of living
And our faith is a mould that can shape them
In our lessons of loving and giving

But when streams become trapped we mistake them
For the limitless source of the ocean
In our quest for the gods, we forsake them
For the truth is eternal motion

Our illusions are real as we make them
Like mirror tricks played with the sunlight
And our questions are hammers to break them
Bringing new worlds alive with our insight.