Bliss of Misdirection

Disgust disguised as approval.

Mistakes described as youthful.

Contort these festered emotions,

Into already burdened brains

And reject any suggestion,

From overly successful names.

 

We wallow in incompetency

For fear of revelation.

We hide behind inaction

With fear of instigation.

 

Are the occurences we face

Worth melting your mask.

Or is giving us space

An unbearable task.

We'll never have our taste,

If we hang on to our flask.

But give ourselves the grace

To indefinitely bask

In the bliss of misdirection.

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KindredSpirit's picture

I like this. KS

I like this.

KS

bolt's picture

Beautifully said...

Beautifully said...