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By Tony DeLorger © 2012
Bending, never-ending, the truth my mind is sending,
into life descending, delusion marks the way.
Perceptions all evolving, the earth somehow revolving,
my conscious mind a ‘solving my perplexed rationale.
For all I see is spinning, and I am hardly winning,
the race to understand myself, the centre of my course.
One second I am grasping, the next my thoughts are rasping,
and circumstances tasking my shallow comprehension.
It is I who keep amending, the paradigm I’m bending,
to fit within the lending of ideas I have gleaned.
By in the end offending the minds of those rendering,
answers to my ending this treadmill open mind.
I follow logic faithfully, to box and label playfully,
in attempt to grasp it gracefully and then leave it all alone.
But nothing fits in reality, the space I’ve allotted pointedly,
to contain my wisdom faithfully and let me rest my soul.
In essence I am willing to accept my wanting spilling,
into a life repelling the idea I am wise.
It’s obvious I’m deluded in trying to procure,
an answer to this sewer that’s running through my brain.
The lack of comprehension I display in fierce contention,
is draining my direction and I’m falling off the map.
For life is about ascension and my quest is far from mention,
I feel like I’m in detention in the corner of my class.
I try to follow willingly this process now is killing me,
I’m dizzy from the pills I take and tired from all that void.
I guess I’ll just accept the fact, that life is good and not an act,
and I shall live not take it back and just enjoy the ride.