Feelings are temporary,
they can be upheld, invigorated,
but in truth
they change from moment to moment,
and we so hold them on pillars of stone,
call them names of lasting consequence,
when they are fleeting,
rarely steady as our words have told.
The mind is fickle, its darting integrity
like a fly in a bottle,
and thoughts are ever-transforming
what we see, touch, smell and hear,
and we stand by our ideals and emotional aspirations,
yet barely do we hold them to maturity,
rather each moment offers a tangent of perspective
that realigns our suppositions.
Feelings are transitory, moving within us,
as the world and people ensue,
and it is all that they do, infer and ponder,
that our meter may accept or subdue,
and our feelings change,
doubts to outweigh our certainty,
as life is never definitive,
our perceptions leading us to hopeful ends.
But when those ends betray our wishes,
broken hearted we become,
for often our views are tainted by our wants,
falling short of aspirations,
and ideals like love become a poignant pain,
a reminder that change is life,
and without that acceptance,
we just ride delusions into the sunset.
Tony DeLorger © 2017