By Tony DeLorger © 2011
The mystery of life astute,
imbues its truth without dispute,
within the folds of shallow dreams,
alive and beguiling so it seems,
to render clear our valued whims,
past fate and God and idle sin,
our vision plain if understood,
a gift to claim if only we could.
For life is simple and we are bare,
complex minds too much to care,
for answers wait in cool despair,
so far from truth are we.
Our lives so driven by fantasy,
incurable selfish gain we see,
a reason for our life obscene,
corrupt and shallow gleaned.
So confused and life bemused,
we stumble blindly strife ensues,
and lost are we our minds a ruse,
to truth profound escapes.
The simple lie is through our eyes,
denying right through compromise,
rejecting souls as judgement spies,
and soothes our moral good.
Truth awaits us...if only we would recognise it.
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