In these moments. We see the dawn beyond the forest. No waking dreams, but the plain realities. If we’re so free, why are we captured in revelation? To all we thought, so incorrectly was the Truth. Paralyzed by expected passions. We failed to crawl to peer over-top the wall.

All they have taught, idyllic and ill fashioned. Were weak attempts to escape judgment of the King. In all fairness we knew. And still we plan to stand before Him. Offering excuse or prideful reasons why. In my short focused rationale, that’s not going to come off well.

The prisons before and in front us. Are shameful evidence of the lies I tell myself. To free my mind by shielding it from reason. Looking on to avatar and projection. I live the artificial peace I have convinced the children to embrace. Eating raw shards of glass and shadow.

This is not the universe I planted. Yet tainted fields of grain and sewage water I imbibe. Leaning back so convinced of my impression. I tally the medals and accolade I’ve won. In review of my dreams I promote myself to legion. Finding solace in the troop of my resolve.

The quilt or tapestry is invented in our promise. Those things we say so pleasantly inside. Yet aspiration is so often granted folly. That I may see my reflection in the mirror of life. Caught in the fantasies that the fallen always promise. Reluctant to mention my fear’s pride.