Delusions

You say you hate it

But really you don’t

Is it beneath you?

Or perhaps it is unknown gold

You think you are freeing yourself

But you’re making a deal

And the one who knows

He laughs and smiles

Because he knows you’re a fake

For maximum effect, take with meals

At the same time each day

But wait, you’ve been here before

Where there are things

That are harshly soft

Juxtaposed with that which is

Sharply comforting

Nothing is as it seems

But you knew that

Forgotten thoughts

You stuff them away

Forgotten, now, how to translate

The strings of garbled beauty

Into that which we can digest

In-between the squalid

And where we live

Where the imagined comfort lies

There is truth to be found

Between the lines

But you will not see

You’ve made your deal