Here, now, reality shakes
within the confines of its intention,
while minds attack its foundations,
rattle its chains and change its name to delusion,
and whilst it cannot abide the perception,
it does revile those who disregard its truth
and refute all consideration of its being.
There are levels of delusion,
slight betrayals of truth for comfort,
but also the shedding of skin,
a complete rejection of truth for desperate adherence,
to a world that gives solace to a lost and twisted mind,
and for them life is not a journey but a play,
script in hand, followed to the letter.
Reality becomes a blurred landscape to be honed,
given clarity through manipulation,
and truths fall to refuse, replaced by wants and woes,
projected into circumstances of light,
to uplift the self in its own delusions,
to appear just so to appease the ego,
and to give credence to their reality.
How sad so many lives upon clouds,
floating within dreams unrealized,
yet in their chosen delusions they bite, they scratch and spit
like animals to get their way,
to live their chosen lives of fantasy,
without contest, without detection,
yet when they are, they shatter like glass.