Delusion

Delusion

We, as in me and you, swimming in the ocean,
with tidal wave reception at our thought conception.
The water’s too much, an overwhelming presence
obscuring what might be a truly beautiful shore.

Seas flavored with salt are not for the drinking,
yet here we are lapping and lapping with tongues hanging out
believing we are being refreshed when in actuality
all we are doing is creating a need for the great more.

Illusion upon illusion, we don’t know we are sinking
quite independently in the midst of our individual false views.
There’s a Truth out there waiting, eagerly anticipating
our last gasp self-effort to conquer the ocean’s great roar.


Written as a response poem to:

ID: 1786572   (Rated: E) The Way Things Are  Just beneath the surface of the mud, there's more mud. - David Crosby by Dan Sturn