Human Delusions

 

All so well hidden,
are each of our talents.
Our fruits are forbidden,
'cos we stepped out of balance.

We fled from the fruit tree’s,
Our hearts became cold.
Robbed of the beauty,
That nature beholds.

We smile and nod,
while dazed in confusion,
Thats the Sleeping Gods,
With their grandeur delusions.

So many buts,
And so many ifs.
Excuses are us,
’til our consciousness shifts.