Experience, the Guage
Experience, the Gauge
By Tony DeLorger © 2012
What price, the voice of experience,
when understanding has perspective,
and the tethered conclusions of ignorance,
are freed in possibility.
What a game life is,
unveiled to be the opposite of our fantasies,
the numbing truth of limitation,
we ourselves engage in reason.
Rich, poor, happy, sad, the choices of life prevail,
when all is a destination with jagged edges,
all in the molding of a raw and lowly soul,
squirming to find freedom in a box of limits.
How sweet the exchange of ideas,
accepted and rejected on a whim of tolerance,
guiding the blind in a world of light,
to be overwhelmed by its very nature.
Wrong does not infer failure,
and right does not infer success,
only that the playing field has diversity,
and we, the recipients, are cloaked in denial.
The world is a game of experience,
each one a door to the next, each one an epiphany,
mattering less in content,
and more in acceptance.
Answers exist only because of questions,
all the little duckies line up in a row,
and we simply see them for what they are.
Now that I've dragged your mind through this,
you are better off,
indeed closer to the truth,
and far from what you thought before.
Life is an enigmatic journey of experience,
without direction and explanation,
less about achievement,
and more about acknowledgement.
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