Net Of Delusion

NET OF DELUSION
Candice James
Copyright 2009

She gives her head a shake,
To clear out the cobwebs.
She reflects in angst and dismay.
Reality,  always a caterpillar in the fog,
Never quite able to cocoon on its own.
So many legs yet such a slow walker.
So many stories and such a low talker.
So many roads she should have taken.

The net of delusion is powerful indeed
And sweet, sweet poison to the soul.

She tries to construct pyramids
With gauze and broken toothpicks;
Tries to build seaworthy sailboats
With popsicle sticks and pillow slips;
Dancing through life
With all the wrong partners;
With all the wrong steps
To all the wrong songs;
Out of sync with herself and the world.
Peace of mind, the ever elusive butterfly
She tries so desperately to catch
With her torn and ripped net of delusion,
Free falls through the hole in her soul.

The street is alive with eyes.
Some have a blank, hollow stare.
Some pierce with danger reined in.
Some dull with diminishing hope,
But some eyes permeate the darkness.
These are the eyes that guide angels.
These are the eyes she searches for
In crumbling cathedrals and ebony alleys.
Day after day.  Night after night.
Standing in the shadows,
She believes she’ll find the light.

The net of delusion is powerful indeed
And sweet, sweet poison to the soul.