Tony DeLorger © 2016
Irresolute these vacillating thoughts of propriety,
judging those who in deeds
leave disparaging echoes within my beliefs,
and cross my tolerance to a malicious response;
I, not understanding my own agenda,
lashing out to quell within my bounds
someone else’s fears and projections.
Tis not my ego that asserts itself,
nor my controlling of other lives,
just a delusion that I am right, and righteous thought pretends
to know better, the paths of other lives;
I watch myself in flight, casting stones and words of plight,
to those who stir the pot,
and cross the lines with which my mind adheres.
Funny how we think we know,
each soul on journeys long and diverse,
and what leads us to water,
none too fine for those who never thirst,
and yet I spill my judgement to any level field,
to sink within earth, so lost in purpose,
and my quarry, none the wiser.
The lesson is plain,
judgement just a whim of mine,
an idea that counts as me, not anyone else,
and for all my insistence of right,
what is chosen right or not, is not mine to make,
and that helps not my words of choice, regardless,
for my journey is mine alone,
and others but planets that orbit the sun as I.