I am...a poem
By Tony DeLorger © 2012
I am appalled, dumbfounded,
and yet my focus
is on what I too can become.
I fail myself,
live in denial,
and yet I perfect blame,
to bolster my illusion of worth.
I am driven,
to succeed, to gain wealth,
status and security,
yet in my wildest dreams,
I cannot quantify any of it,
not gain a single smile of value,
having leaned heavily on motivation,
and what I think gives purpose.
Yet I find an empty vessel,
void of all the happiness I expected,
the security I demanded
and the acquisitions I believed
would make me whole.
In the serenity of truth,
I am whole in the beginning,
and what I do is devalue
what I already know,
becoming lost inside,
connection with reality
How lost one can become in the herd,
following the hapless minds of the devout,
ever-justifying paths of plenty,
when plenty was the beginning,
not the end.
How does one find peace within the herd,
when one is cast aside,
irrelevant and scorned,
as the beast drives itself mindlessly,
and whoever follows rejoices in their ignorance,
giving thanks to the illusion.
When the shroud falls,
and one stands naked in the light,
there is no need to follow,
simply walk alone,
and in singularity there is multitude.
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