Beguiled by the sweet scent of expectation,
deluded minds falter at the first sight of doubt,
that erroneous line they walk so treacherously fine,
unable to carry the burden of weight.
For minds uncluttered of reason,
see their wants as determinate ends,
the periphery of reality far from consciousness,
and restraint an unconsidered choice.
Blindness is a personal affront,
nurtured by our choices and propensities,
and so often we bend under the reality,
that beckons light to see.
We become a travesty of motivation,
seeking that which is superfluous,
when all we need is to open our eyes,
and accept ourselves in truth.
We may spend a lifetime on paths to nowhere,
journeys that deliver teaching to deaf ears,
and change then becomes stagnation,
the perpetual cycles of past revisited.
And all the time we outwit ourselves,
choose the safety of delusion, to maintain ego,
and re-enact a life of blind, self-abuse,
unknowing the sure path of honesty.
Without truth and acceptance,
there can be no honesty,
and we listen to that inner voice that placates us,
never to discover who we are.