Something is wrong.
And...
For the life of me,
I wish I could put...
My finger on it.
"Really?
When did you notice this? "
Everyone seems to be in denial.
Offended by the truth.
As if to fear to hear it heard.
Preferring to live their lives,
Telling themselves and others...
The most outrageous created lies.
Then ready to argue,
Over what is apparent.
And too obvious to ignore.
I'm telling you,
Something is wrong.
That I have never experienced before.
"I see.
There is a remedy and cure,
I could suggest and recommend.
Although...
I am a bit reluctant,
To volunteer my opinion."
Go ahead.
Say what's on your mind.
I'm doing my best,
To stay positive.
But everywhere it seems,
The people are avoiding reality!
"Well...
That was going to be,
My suggested recommendation."
What?
To open my eyes?
"No.
They to me appear to be open.
However...
Accepting reality to avoid,
The appearance of it.
Is 'that' something that is wrong,
You haven't been aware of...
For a very long time.
And one more thing,
The mind is a terrible thing to waste.
Fantasizing the truth,
To be something other than it is."
Whoa!
You're trying to say I'm crazy?
"No.
The ones who are 'nuts',
Are those living to believe...
Nothing is wrong at all."
They lie to themselves.
"If I were you,
I would notice that more.
And don't bring it up,
In discussion or to debate it.
You will discover yourself outnumbered.
Don't be brave.
Just stay observant.
Trust me.
I had been addicted to sedatives,
For many years.
And so was the doctor who prescribed them! "
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Lawrence, this is a well-constructed conversation that provokes all of us who read it to consider truth and reality. Thanks!