The Journey in Perspective…
Apparent to many, rarely the self,
what escapes our would be cognizance,
is our self-professed manipulations of truth
to secure our fragile egos.
What may be obvious is an accepted lie,
to hide all that we may not wish to know, or divulge
about who we really are, our ‘warts an all’ mentality
replaced by the Hollywood soft filter.
Its a warm and fuzzy comfort,
forgetting glasses when you look in the mirror,
thinking, not bad for an old bastard,
yet don’t mistakenly help that vision, it’s never a pretty sight.
So how far can our delusions take us,
maintain our somewhat softened view of ourselves,
when truth sits by shaking its head,
and we, preening in that soft warming glow?
As good as it gets is about eighteen,
and from then on, a downward spiral
of relenting, gravity, falling,
and just plain old ware and tear.
Beyond the physical, there is hope,
as age infers wisdom, an acceptance of who we are,
and a transition of accepting one’s own skin,
faults and all.
Yet delusion replaces much of truth,
easing it into consciousness for the sake of transition,
so not to freak us out beyond repair,
and so I rally my delusions, and tweak them just so,
to make a compromise between what is true
and what I can cope with in facing them.
No sin, no judgement,
just the reality of coping with life’s long
and often arduous journey.
Tony DeLorger © 2016