Delusions from the Other Side

Both bruised and battered,
Living and striving.
Trying to understand, then
By omission, lying.

A choice, his choice,
Her choice and the way
Not taken beckons and
It is a clear space.

Look at this path, smooth and
Through a sweet meadow.
See the beach and beyond –
Why, it’s a fucking rainbow.

Take off the pink-tinted
Glasses and conjectures.
Around the next bend are
Big rocks and vultures.

So maybe we stop here
Awhile and lie with the snakes.
A human privilege is
To choose our own mistakes.