It's Life's Illusions That I

And The Seasons They Go 'round And 'round And The Painted Ponies Go Up And Down We're Captive On The Carousel Of Time We Can't Return We Can Only Look Behind From Where We Came And Go Round And Round And Round In The Circle Game.

When The World Becomes A Massive Mess With Nobody At The Helm, It's Time For Artists To Make Their Mark.

How Does A Person Create A Song? A Lot Of It Is Being Open To Encounter And To Be In Touch With The Miraculous.

We're Captive On The Carousel Of Time, We Can't Return We Can Only Look Behind.

He's Swept With The Broom Of Contempt And The Rooms Have An Empty Ring.