Some of my fondest memories
Are of you in my dreams
A figment of my reality
Only a representation it seems
Many can live out their fantasies
Because some may eventually come true
But if you fail to take action
Most of us will never see them through
I can at least entertain
The idea of what can be
What may come to fruition
What will come to pass we shall see
Sometimes we imagine people
Better than what they truly are
Our assessment makes truth into fiction
Unintentional liars caught with our hands in the cookie jar
The damning judgements
That some friends and family members make
Often disrupts a healing
For a soul’s sake
Maybe they are not all wrong
Maybe they only see just one part
However if not being careful
You can persuade a person to depart
Separation from friendship
Separation from the family
Separation from supportive voices
May lead to uncalculated calamity
Do we make haste?
Do we look beyond our own need?
Do we project our own views?
Are we open to concede?
Are you giving advice?
Are you listening to me?
Do you like to hear yourself talk?
Just put it on the Marquee
The Mirror of illusion
What is the presumption if your selfie is “art”?
The narcissist protects
The narcissist has a deeply troubled heart
We sacrifice our integrity
When we have to mask the truth
Our vanity has taken over
consuming a once innocent youth
The specious habits of perception
Our beliefs are betrayed
An up-spring of injury
We substitute a charade
Maybe we try to mitigate?
Maybe we try to fool?
When all is said and done
Only the broken heart’s pretend to rule
Does not face the mirror
Fabricating an understanding
Resisting an underlying fear
I have my flaws
I somehow understand yours
I look beyond the surface
I’m in the club of empathetic entrepreneurs
Is this my curse?
Not choosing well with whom I may fall?
We’ve crossed this line before
Look at that, oh what a squall
Despite what should be my better sense
I forgive and move on
Still I want to fill my heart
Wanting you by my side in the dawn
I’m asking the questions
That makes me look at my reality
What do I posit?
What makes me an enlistee?
I understand my vulnerability
I understand my strong features
I may not make the right play
But I’m certain I won’t be on the bleachers
There is something more I see
Than you are willing to let on
This is why I wait
This is why I fawn
Part of me knows this as fact
Part of me knows this dance
What will become of this?
My temptress of circumstance
Where is the accountability
If you think you have done no wrong?
Is it better to ignore our input rather than our need to belong?
Perhaps I beleaguer
Over the inconsequential?
Perhaps I easily consign to the mere existential?
Or is it just possible
I may wake and become a better me?
Manifesting a vast potential
If and only if I allow myself to see?
I wanted to think clearly
A time I was less confused
Some moments I see vividly
Whereas others I have excused
The trouble with my memory
I’m not sure if I have the right take
What were the predisposed factors?
What are the presumptions we make?
Fill in parts of what we know now
File away under a current change of view
How will I ever really know?
There is no one else to interview
Is it really worth the effort?
Will my reality be forever changed?
Will I become more self-aware?
Or will I always be estranged?
I try not to confabulate
I try to sift out erroneous thought
This is important for me
I try hard not to be lost
We may find out as children
When parents can lead us astray
They tell us how the world works
Until we find out the error of their ways
I am told many things about the world
With little evidence, faulty reasoning and bias not far behind
Despite ignorance and poor role modeling
We must still search for a truth that we can find
We are an agency in the population
There are many challenges we meet with resistance
Our own accounting
Our own insistence
If you speak out and criticize
Your bona fides should represent
Something to backup your claims
Something to ground your intent
Too many times we are not cogent
Not in thought, not in mind
Often we may say things
But oh so maligned