Quietly, in repose, a mind wanders
the vast and dark void of thought,
where reality hangs upon a thread,
and fantasy jostles past
to find purchase in the present,
and to forge new beginnings in old considerations.
How life changes when seen from within,
viewed not from reflection of the colored world,
but from reflection of the inner voice of knowing,
where experience creates form,
where knowledge creates expectation,
and reality is bantered, ad infinitum.
We see what is before us frugally,
unsure of the truth below surface level,
and while experience may prove something else,
creative thought may lead us closer,
fantasy, the forging of paths,
the un-trodden steps to epiphanies.
What we expect
is just our limited understanding finding place,
and the mind stills of its own volition,
hiding from what may be in reality, obtuse,
yet if ignored a remaining delusion,
the comfort of indolent minds.
I wander to far realms,
roads of perilous harm and thought,
yet what truth is found in blind belief,
thinking that we already know,
when reality is a slender version of reflection,
none too real for some.
Tony DeLorger © 2016