ILLUSION

who plays my song better
the birds by the day or
the roaches by night?
who holds my pain better?
my brain to the pain or
my wound to the cut?
who holds my life better
my might to my work or
my luck to my fate?

when the drums to the strings
and the music that you sing
both makes me dance;
dance to the rhythm
then my joy to the theme
not the drums to the strings
nor the joy that you hold
when you refuse to sing
without the strings

and if there be pain in the gain
why not merry in the loss,
smile on the cross,
nor joy in the loss?
and if there be friction in all force
and gain hatred from old folks
which then is my religion
is it the pain or the gain
for what gain do I to the loss
than this loss to Christ?

© Robins 2015