Do I see things as they are

Do I see things as they are

As they are meant to be

Or as they appear

Do I pass judgement on the many

Look ill upon the few

Who for some unknown reason

Other than the way they walk

Or wear their clothes,

Is it true

Should red and green

Ever be seen together?

Are the focus of my ire.

Is it my place to raise a flag

In favour of an elf upon a shelf

As opposed to a fashion statement

When will I know

If there is room enough in the world

For clothes of all shades

Shapes and sizes.

It seems too high an ideal

To place upon the imperfect

Nature of us all,

Unless there is a soul

Hidden in the folds

Of these baggy outer garments,

With a propensity to grow

Self-actualising is not strictly

A godly concept

But more within the province

Of humankind to attain.

How would it be if everyone

With time to spare

Could ponder somewhat deeply

On their own potential

Would things improve

If the focus of my world

Was on what I could do

To change it for the better

Rather than conduct my own

Internal critique.

A dialogue of despair

When the debate always returns

To a theme of self-delusion

The illusion we have control

Even as the outside world

Spins further away

On its very own lopsided axis

The hope we can

Pull it all back on track

Still drives me/us on.

It should be of no concern

If I dream alone

But alas it seems to be

Perhaps that is just a reflection

Of an inflated sense of self

Or is this too

A widespread phenomenon

The westernised belief

In the individual

As the locus of our control.

A universal messianic saviour

Of humankind

The power of one

The incorruptible sheriff

Standing alone at High Noon

Against impossible odds

The one true god

Finding a way to unite the tribes

When in human terms

Nobody without the benefit of psychosis

Seems to know

What on earth is going on

Nor what to do about it.