The Illusion of It All

Days filled with sunlight are dark
Nights, clouded, bright
Senses alert during the night
Dulled by the brightness of sunlight

So dense we are not to see
The duality of it all here.
We should cherish how to be
And embrace with our hearts
That which is truly dear.

Some say, "Oh, that's too strange!"
When, really, they should rearrange
Their values, ears, and eyes
to become one who is wise.
This, is the illusion of it all!