Delusional Variety
If idiocy and democracy could carry the blame..
If intent and purpose were one and the same
If love and life wasn't such an uneven game
Before even a given name, it goes from whence it came.
If morals and law walked hand in hand.
If time and destiny weren't found in sand.
If emotion and words were something on which we stand.
Instead Doubt and controversy lead to mayhem.
If money and power only created beauty.
If compassion and understanding were the call of duty.
If chaos and exhaustion were rutti tutti.
If each step down every path was leveled up by fractions
If gifts and praise had no retractions.
If thought and empathy were contained in actions
If interaction held no distraction but this kind of stuff just never happens.
If information was in communication.
If explanation wasn't up for interpretation
If generations could just find the combination
Then a divine creation wouldn't be destined to obliviation.
If lessons and trangressions were viewed as blessings
If expressions and impressions weren't just suggestions
If a reflection and it's perception were never misconceptions.
But exceptions and questions are wrongly mistaken as regression. that they lessen? Disable progression?
If sympathy wasn't held captive mentally.
If empathy was done intentionally.
If our identity was restricted to serenity.
But this isn't reality.
All the if, and, but has presented me the necessity of questionability of many. Like the integrity of loyalty and the complexity of morality. All this fumbuzzles the hell out of me.
For the prosperity of this entity rest primarily with the ability to rationally see thru with fierce intensity what fundamentally makes us human.
Delusional Variety.
Copyright © Rose Henderson | Year Posted 2023
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