
Illusions – life’s little hobgoblins
Come creeping, crawling through our minds.
Sighs, cries, you know them well.
Pain, anguish, feel them swell.
Black souls, sultry rooms, lovers.
Illusions – Hobgoblins in my mind.
Reflections – I to you, you to me,
Delusions – me to you – we are three.
Illusions. You have one, I have none.
Only time. And hobgoblins in my mind.
–1989
