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By Tony DeLorger © 2014
Perspectives drawn from gilded tunnels,
minds surrounded by fleeting images of need,
dressed in finery too dense to reveal
the true nature of reality beneath.
And I, absent from this delusion,
see encrusted lives coated with layers,
souls enacting all that guides the facets of circumstance,
to a chosen resting place,
an outcome worthy of corruption.
The gormless enablers sit content,
pampered by the incessant maintenance of manipulation,
the exuberant adoration of a master,
plying endless reason to the play of wills,
and of dreams manifest.
We are but hapless beings, in our search for contentment,
morality as elastic a concept as the freedom of flight,
and denial a well worn coat for all seasons,
as we forge a place believed just,
within the confines of human thought.
We can but be narcissists, ultimately caring for self,
given reason and freedom of choice,
the temptation of darkness excused in the light,
and accepted without judgement,
as survival in a harsh world.
Imperfect we may be,
but where do we stop, in this our delusion of life,
manipulating and moulding ourselves to a wanted end,
while the objects of our desire smile, ignorant,
caught within their own dreams.
Truth is a burden,
a vision hardly wanted,
and regardless of want, we cannot un-know truth,
instead, witness the play of life,
with a detached interest.
The world is filled with people whose thinking and views of reality are diverse, to say the least. It is best not to judge, rather try to understand their perspective and don't let the burden of truth affect your own life. I believe finding happiness and contentment should in no way be at the expense of someone else.