Belief
the products of our mind’s value filter
too often throws life out of kilter
burying being in specific dogma
filling days with unnecessary drama
coming to accept only that which reaffirms
information which fits existing terms
rejecting all which may contradict
or produces even a hint of internal conflict
reality most certainly need not apply
unless it fits my position it must be a lie
truth being only what meets this mind's eye
no need for indecision or to ever ask why
beliefs becoming the hardest rocks
ever unaltered by moving clocks
inscribed in hard granite
our very own impenetrable full metal jacket
beliefs becoming the armor we wear
enmeshed in all being and every prayer
how we each manage to keep our distance
protection against acknowledging existence
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