Truth Upon Our Waves of Delusion

In whom do I trust, not even self,
when reality changes like weather,
and perceptions like flighted birds
in erratic destinations fly,
which one shall bring truth or lie.
and will I ever know the difference.

What I see may tug those strings,
seem righteous from one perspective,
but hardly reality I spy,
when eyes are so subjective,
and who will trust me from what I know,
my view dipped deeper in truth,
or perhaps as shallow as a summer rain,
from all perspectives, a ruse.

What I know, I know alone,
and none shall see what I do,
for reality is in the end a collective agreement,
not some esoteric alignment,
that manifests solely for our assurance,
as we all see truth in neon vestige,
and in alliance placate our worried minds.

Yet when we agree and reality is thus chosen,
what does that say considering our differing sight,
visions perfectly less that truth assumes,
and we willing for allowance,
just to cling to some paradigm of value,
to cling to our delusions of security.

I face the fact that truth is as malleable as soft metal,
able to be shaped into any form at all,
and so we cling to our own with passion,
to allow ourselves to grow,
to accept ourselves as worthy,
and the world we so particularly fashion,
to appease our doubts and concerns.

Tony DeLorger © 2016

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Tony DeLorger

Full time author, freelance writer, poet and blogger since 1999. Twenty one published works, past winner of 'Poet of the Year' on HubPages, 'Poem of the Year' on The Creative Exiles, writer for Allpoetry.com, Google+, tonydwtf.blogspot.com.au
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