Expectations rise to unrealistic heights,
when hope inspires beyond its plush soft pillow,
and soaring into its manifest being,
it, so close to heaven’s gate, gleans
an almost sacrosanct meaning of divine intention.
This yearning, in desperate fields of volume,
becomes an obsession of desire,
and to its unreality, truth is given credence,
as sight it falls away, reason to the winds of fancy,
and expectation finds form in delusion’s wake.
A mind may find solace within expectation,
as if a deserved reality befitting the intention,
yet delusion’s path is fractious in direction,
ever frantic to resolve its parlous hopes,
as the mind then sits upon a cloud of mist.
Life is a collection of thoughts, reality its sum total of being,
and often desires, wants and hopes
are beguiling beyond reason, and take flight in fancy,
yet being positive is one thing, right of passage something else,
as no gift given places one above another.
Delusion is an insidious malaise,
for it guides an ego to vast and plentiful fields,
but in truth expectations awry,
and when delusion turns to truth, as indeed it must,
the fall from these ominous heights, can be fatal.
Tony DeLorger © 2017