Smoke Screens and Mirrors

A myriad questions

With no forthcoming answers,

Queries aplenty

And a whole lot of banter.

Nothing reliable

Or even remotely dependable,

Just living from day to day

Dreading the foreseeable.

Truth receding light disappearing

The way further is obscured,

Holding on to uncertainty

We’re abandoning the assured.

Exchanging the proven

For the fleeting stubble and hay,

Embarking on more frivolity

Each and every passing day.

Trusting the temporal

As though it were eternal

And forging a unity

Re: the normal and abnormal.

Nothing is absolute

Hence everything is relative,

For every pain or problem

There is generic sedative.

It doesn’t solve anything

But it is certainly soothing

And for a little while longer

I can still be grooving.

A swaggering show of courage

A mere pretense for sure

Exchanging context for pretext

Nothing less nothing more.

Like the biblical character

That built a house upon the sand

Knowing there was no rock

But still expecting it to stand.

  

For we are not really blind

To the reality of our day

But perhaps if we close our eyes

It will probably go away.

For what we see is there

But what we do not see is not

Hence the reality that we ignore

Is consigned to our blind spot.

It may exist for you

But it definitely doesn’t for me,

I don’t see the way you do

I form my own reality.

“Smoke screens and mirrors”

Has become the way of life

I think it’s just a feather

But you believe it is a knife

It would probably cut you

Me? I would just be tickled,

So while you think you’re normal

I really think you’re fickle.

So anything can be true

Once enough people believe it

And if they believe it long enough

It would probably stick.

Be careful what you pretend

It may become your reality,

Blame it on Hollywood I say

And also the University.

For the brighter we get

The dumber we are becoming

And God is being relegated

To the foolish that is living.

Number me in that group

That believe God’s Word is True,

Foolish I may appear to be

But I see much better than you.

For I see things as they are

And not as I want them to be,

The other way is blindness

That’s a person that cannot see.

Jesus can open blind eyes

One day he opened mine,

If you do not have this experience

I would think now is the time.

Stewart Russell © September 2018