The truth of the matter is just this
We struggle and strive with our lives
While we deal with the cards we’re dealt
To be the very best is what really drives

This world is not all that what we wish
For all the reality is just an illusion
The truth of the matter just hides
While we search to find equilibrium

We will never reach that far off goal
That is not the point of this trouble and strife
The end, a destination, is not what we seek
It is the journey that’s important for a higher life

What was hoped for last week, month or year
Is not what we should hold most dear
There’s a constant that appears not to change
It’s there always when nothing else remains

What was last year will never be again
The future unfolds like Schrödinger’s cat
Sealed in a box of limitless maybes
Only once open does it appear to be that

But that truth is a lie, a mere mirage
The more into the heart of things we peer I
t is so important we grasp it close
The further away, life truly edges near

Writing poems on a plane for no one to read
Transposing thoughts into pencilled marks
Squiggles and whorls that seem to have meaning
In truth they are nothing but random quarks

What alien creatures we are to ourselves
Trapped into an illusion that is just space
Struggling and striving to move forward
From where the dream lies, a coup de grace.