Suffice it to Say
Suffice it to Say
By Tony DeLorger © 2013
Suffice it to say, I don't know,
I don't know why I intrinsically 'know',
but choose not to act
within the foundation of knowledge,
and in my own interest.
I stare blindly at the truth,
thinking I understand it, appreciate its value,
yet ignore it in self-sabotage,
disarming all modes of protection,
and leaving myself open and vulnerable.
Why in heavens name do I do this,
promote my own undoing by ignoring what I know,
and ultimately creating difficulty, strife,
travelling roads less travelled,
filled with harm and overwhelming obstacles.
The truth is I forge a difficult life, deliberately,
because of needs that must be fulfilled,
and in my will for resolution,
I see possibilities and blindly reach for them,
ignoring all reason and common sense judgement.
We may formulate plans, how to attain our goals,
consciously live our lives with detailed and painstaking instigation,
yet by far our greatest drive in life is emotional,
and that drive undermines all else to ensure success,
even despite ourselves, steps taken at great risk.
All this is why we marry the wrong person,
take the wrong job, or buy something we just can't afford,
because we are searching to resolve inner needs,
often subconscious motives that drive us,
desperate in attainment.
It is never bad luck or a miscalculation that thwarts our desires,
but we alone, and what we feel we must have to find contentment and fulfilment,
and in that we are pawns to our true self,
adept at trickery and the instilled beliefs that promise deliverance,
in a world complex and randomly brutal.
Know thyself and the world will play along.
If you don't know what drives you, how can you trust yourself?
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