Illusion

A thought, a union, a right / / or even without reason, just love / There's life / / That is not always well lived. / Imagine that when you grow / / We have everything we want / / And then, life has to teach us / What we have not worn anything / Oh! sad thoughts that live in the torture / / They are like memories of boys / insist that our imagination is / Why?I do not know / I know is that my imagination to life. Nothing more than illusion distorted.
Cleberson Williams, Ago. 9.2004