I Object, No I Do!
I Object, No I do!
By Tony DeLorger © 2013
Inappropriate perhaps but necessary nonetheless,
I draw attention to my mutterings, my jagged judgements,
my mind in two opposed viewpoints,
and I the soul of me, presiding over the altercation.
How can I be so torn as to divide within myself,
the ideal versus the reality, the balance versus the action,
and me at my core, understanding both,
and well, agreeing with myself twofold.
Yet I am in contention, two truths lurking,
in my vacuous mind, as it feels,
contradictions pinging within my skull,
reaching no conclusion.
Where is truth when grey areas abound,
and I, unable to see black and white, fret over fuzzy reality,
and my own throat I grasp,
trying the squeeze the truth out of me.
I sway between my moral bounds,
lurching and unstable in my fluctuations of perception,
reaching for definitives when there are none,
and I the soul must make a stand, unite.
But when reason leads one to an endless confusion,
then the heart takes on the assumptions,
and transforms them into an accepted reality,
feelings the tranquilizer of a harsh rationale.
In the end I must abide my heart,
in a faith that circumvents my paths of reason,
and saves my moral inequities,
so that I may rest without contentious division.
Truth is indeed my elusive friend.