Rip open the illusion, take a look inside.

Peer down deep where dreams and heartbreak reside,

unlikely lovers, hand in hand.

Each looks to the other, at what they can’t understand.

But, dreams without heartbreak, are cheap and lack grace.

And heartbreak can’t recover without dreams in its place.

The illusion is this:

To understand is to replace your ways for mine.

Better we accept the presence of that other we find.