What more must I say,
life is an irony unto itself,
as we forge ideals that cannot be met,
paint dreams that cannot come true,
and live in contradiction of ourselves,
for our incapacity to realize
what we feel we should.
We strive for perfection,
follow well intended paths of hope,
to come undone because just one single doubt,
is but that one weak brick in a wall
that cannot do anything but fall,
and we, so driven to win,
lose hope and everything.
The path is straight,
but truth does change in perspective,
and we fall short, split into tangents,
and in the end,
we may turn around those ideals so true,
to face another direction, and in justification, reel.
The love we so pushed forward
turns to contention,
a necessary path to curb further hatred and descent,
and suddenly direction is like a compass at the pole,
spinning like a top, yet what is right,
what line does not waver,
and is right then a matter of balance not truth?
What truly do I stand for,
if not a decision of balance,
what is right for all not just one,
a pendulum swing of life and death
that burden’s a soul,
yet one must decide what is best
within all we know and in morals attest,
to make the right decision.
Tony DeLorger © 2016