I like to see life as it is,
with no mystery,
no grand illusion,
as much as it may appear.
Ideas of our invention
harbor greater meaning.
Our delusions,
an explanation-
light of ourselves.
Take a look at a past self,
do you see you today?
Evolution takes its toll,
we grow into greatness.
Not everyone,
some turn back to some strange slime.
As you can wager the guess,
I recognize them
as much as a perfect stranger.
Sort of like being sick. . .
Snot dripping from your nose,
two panda eyes, mouth ajar to breathe.
Perhaps a hunch in your back
to keep your head from aching.
Yet there's something I've seen before.
Everything's an adjustment for comfortable living,
what about when you're not comfortable anymore?
