the deluded mind
i’ll admit it, i’m delusional.
i’ve been delusional, i’m being delusional, i’ll be delusional.
from the time i wake up,
i know i have a few brief moments to myself.
i’ll spend them tarrying with reality:
was i dreaming, remembering, or imagining?
what happened yesterday? whats going on today? where am i off to next?
that never happened! it went down this way… i should’ve known better.
perceived, judged, remembered; all in a moment.
forgotten, accepted, regretted; all at once.
this process is just as easy as it is to ignore.
out of habit, i scurry passed while on route;
unlocking the mirror to take a scroll.
that want you had… it’s on sale
that actor from that childhood movie… they died
the same fate met a couple dozen children halfway across the world
now that the fast is broken, what do you have to say for yourself?
are you feeling accomplished, distracted, uneasy?
have you knowingly concocted some sense of solid ground to call reality?
did you lose consciousness of this activity altogether?
a fearless belief, or terrified ignorance?
either way, today’s is just another automatic update of the delusion.
quick and effortless, installed overnight.
little lapses and lies today,
making for one hell of a hangover tomorrow.
will your imaginations pass the test of time, the test of the other?
maybe today i’ll go out and into the world to find out.
life is tiring, but i’m awake.
