Gone now, the safety of the keep, that kept my self distracted, to protect me from my outside me. I thought it was politics, where good could stay in the hands of those who said that they cared, to tell us what cracks to avoid, and spread the butter over all the ever changing common good. Gone now, my confidence in others that kept my self distracted, to delegate what I could not handle. Gone now, bastion of the here and now, that kept my self distracted, a fanciful altar, barricading the grips of hell. I thought it was a soothsayer, offering promise of another form, a hint of forms to come, in this world and the next.
Salvation requires discrimination.
Gone now, smoke screens for alternate scripts, that kept my self distracted, using bits of reality to root the dream. All paths lead to nowhere, where meaning defines the form. The meaning of each form, each scene, goes from promise to disappointment, more quickly now than in the past. And still I cling, thinking they must be this way or that to clear the path to joy. Overt covertness, the insanity of my world comes, defining my self, defaming Self.