Breathe


Is music just a make believe
Is love simply sweet illusion
Beauties that the minds conceive
Betwixt hoping and delusion

To see things deeper I pray
To feel more I cannot delay
Making the day contain 
All that I wanted to say

Is the dance for the young and bold
And doth old age really mellow
The yearning for fruit and gold
And to be such a trusted fellow

Breathe in the air
Breathe in the air
Breathe in the air

Is knowledge and wisdom the same
How sensibly can it proceed
If the search is for name and fame
Then glory is empty indeed

Lucignano, 15 11 2003