Justify- a poem
By Tony DeLorger © 2012
All in a day's work,
this placation we call destiny,
edging bit by bit to the sway of words,
we ourselves proclaim.
Adjustment our cause,
manifestation the consequence,
yet not always our conscious efforts realised
bantered around in the ether, confused.
What worlds we claim in our endeavours,
justifying this and that for our ego's sake,
yet in our delinquent naivety,
we are a lost mooring on a vengeful sea.
The pretense is a lost paradigm,
ever guiding us to conclusions of delusion,
and a cold and harsh bite from the hand that feeds us,
the life we so carelessly disregard.
Reality is no perception,
simply truth without our intervention,
our calculated manipulations and forced beliefs,
born of need and irrational self-importance.
One brain, consciousness and free will,
bound to be an avalanche of delusion,
when what matters is plain, irrepressible,
we are as all life, the potential to have meaning.
The rest, is a game we ourselves invent.
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