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Translucent...a poem of admission.
By Tony DeLorger © 2012
How fucked up can you get,
to find yourself wanting, when its you who have vet,
when it's you who fails the task you set,
and others pass, all contingencies met.
How deluded you feel when you yourself demand,
what you just can't grasp, intentions on command,
when life throws those curve balls and you forget to catch,
even forget to be there, let alone an idea to hatch.
How useless do you feel when those sunny day clouds you've made,
come snow, sleet and haling down to ruin your parade,
when you yourself have chosen shadows in a room filled with light,
and tainted by an inner sin too blind for truth or sight.
How clever we are to disarm ourselves, those doubts and fears like clothes,
how we appear to ourselves and others, so much less than what we're owed.
Yet what rules our world is a simple rule, through our eyes a fashioned life,
and we too stupid to recognise a foolish, narrow plight.
Life is always fucked up, no matter who you are,
wealth or poverty regardless, leaves us wanting more,
and all those dreams in which we focus, our tireless striving lives,
are but a flicker in the night and we are legends in our time.
In the end perspective, love and balance is all that's left,
when we are tired of all the games, and hope is much bereft,
what is right is obvious and blame and judgement falls,
when egos shrink in shadows and reality to the fore.
In the end, the game is ours to play.