By Tony DeLorger © 2013
How fragile that line on which we walk,
teetering, a pendulum swing and more,
the decisions life beckons and are made,
which way we fall, the plans we've laid.
How tenuous our grasp on truth,
when we the focus and in denial stoop,
to delusions grand and folly promised,
our lives unfurl and hardy honest.
It is our nature to survive and hold tight belief,
ignoring all that may disrupt, compete,
believing what fits best our resolve,
despite the truth and what circumstance evolves.
Even though that line is straight and true,
we leave it so often without a clue,
following desires and emotion filled hope,
loosing our way on a slippery slope.
And so we choose this erratic course,
the line simply centre and we in remorse,
the burden of failures and lessons bleak,
do nothing to guide us to a balanced critique.
One would hope after a lifetime of strife,
that we human beings would have learned something right,
our course should be lain on a platform of knowledge,
not thrown to wind and hardly acknowledged.
I suppose the proof is in all that we do,
imperfection the core of delusions accrued,
and we so intent on self preservation,
misguide the self without the slightest provocation.
The hard part is not being able to blame anyone else for our bad decisions; they are ours alone.