Confusion arises when illusion comes to be What is not surprises when it becomes apparently And though we surmise how the surprise is what is now When what is not becomes what is and then again somehow Turning for the best as if it were some kind of test Of our imagination learning curiosity It seems to me that anything might be then if we Want it bad enough when our dreams are tough enough to see Illusion through confusion to possibility But confusion-free illusion needs us both to agree What is or is not that we remember or forgot It might have been illusion that led to my confusion You would shine on fine without me no doubt even so But think before you tell me no about how we could grow Forever might be now or never for all we know With you or without you I am on my way today To find out for myself about reality for me And should you say no tell me go still I will go my way What is or is not I will have no regret: I love you (and you still may love me yet) +Steven Curtis Lance Copyright MMXIII