Delusion and make believe - a poem

Delusion and make believe – June 2020

We live in a land of make believe

And we try anything we can scarcely conceive

Not for deception, but for fear of rejection

as none we can do will trouble you.

And that is more than we bargained for

And nothing we'll find will blow our mind

In fact, any tale will let us rail

and none of our stuff is ever enough

as we will only think we had too much to drink

Or that such a joke will go up in smoke.

I have an obsession to make a digression

and add some fire to my poem’s satire

As I was out on a roundabout

to teach some geese on how to sneeze

and on my way I tried to say

how fine it was to make a pass

at a dame who thought I could be caught

between the man in the moon and the month of June

But none of these would her appease

when she set out to sow some doubt

to the truth of her plea to accompany me

at any time soon, whether night or noon

or at any time late to decide our fate

And that was when I took up my pen

to write these lines as early signs

that things may go wrong when we are not strong

to say what we mean without being obscene

and think what we might without provoking a fight

The rule of the place is to give people space

and not to impede their will to succeed

so that you and I might never cry

when things get absurd and people hurt

Not for the sake of any mistake

but only because people have flaws

or to play a game of hide and shame

if such is the grieve of make believe

And that is why we will give it a try

to see how deep reality lie

removed from our life and our daily strife.

But, hidden away from our moral decay

is a puerile refrain at the back of our brain

to remind us at last of things of the past

That our roots will not sway when all else give way

and that is my hope when things do go broke

In the end I will remain a child without shame

for no evil intents in social events

To brush things aside in stead of to hide

behind the fact that we are human in stead.

Let us play this game of blame and shame

while we refrain from saying our name

Knowing full well we have nothing to tell

Because things have gone south by the words of our mouth.

With the digression now over I can try to be sober

And return to my view that we start anew

And push make believe aside to reveal what we hide

Mediocrity is in and its boring like sin

and has no place in this time of disgrace

So join me to despise that which is not wise

till one day we find there’s people quite blind

Not able to see their mediocrity

and only knows that anything goes.

If you convince people to think that we're on the brink

in doesn’t care whatever they share

while their debatable art is a disgust from the start

thinking avante-garde will not let it be marred

by visions of hell too ghastly to tell

while it’s filled with sculls and bones without any groans

to make your cell a living hell

Maybe you think your life will end without any amend

but that is not how the world is now

You reap what you’ve sown plus something unknown

As life's court stands by to expose your lie

and you face your case in total disgrace

So in the end there's no letting past a heavenly cast

on the grounds of grace without hearing your case

Even then it's a close call to not let you fall

In the hands of the devil to make things level

Enough of Satan's truce which fueled our abuse

never thinking that we would be quite upset

if things went wild when we were a child

So pay up and frown and forget the crown

you were promised to wear if you continued to care

for yourself and your neighbour in all of your labour

It's too late now to count the unknown amount

you could have gained if you remained a saint

For it’s cried out in the street wherever you meet

That the world is wise and it’s hard to despise.