We tell ourselves

stories,

to make up for our fears.

Fill in the gaps,

in our minds,

with things that we hear.

Invent reasons,

and meanings,

and people,

when the facts are unclear.

And we’ll cling to

these lies,

in the face of the truth,

when it finally appears.

We’ll do anything

to save our comfort zones.

We’ll say anything

to make it seem

like we’re in control,

but it’s already all over,

don’t you know?

We’re keen to cling

to illusions,

in the confusion

of a world

we can’t ignore.

 

 

HG – 2020