Deluded

Many people walk around quite happily deluded. We all have misconceptions of our flaws, myself included. I see some people strutting by, unflatteringly dressed, But they would disagree with what my eyes have just assessed. We watch the TV talent shows for those who sing or dance, And realize many are so bad they don’t deserve a chance. Yet there they are, quite clueless, belting out an off-key tune And when criticism comes, they look like they’re about to swoon. Our self-protective instincts often keep us in the dark; We sail through life by nurturing that tiny, hidden spark. It’s easier, by far, to keep one’s faith in an illusion, Allowing us to promenade, ensconced in our delusion.