The Illusions Are Here Poem by RIC BASTASA

if we trust what we see
that is normal because our eyes always assure us
about what is there in tri-dimension

and we smell what we see
we believe more on what the basic senses offer

we rest on these logical consequences
we even have to trust the structure of numbers
and how they work upon us

we take pride
something is true and something always works
with results, desired and exalted

we fall sometimes to lapses and we begin to ask
about causes, we dig deeper to failures and sometimes
we forget successes

we forget the beauty of having to discover
submitting ourselves more to the distress of failures

we elucidate more on errors
we lurk in depression

i have enough of these illusions
there are more reasons for a jubilation
there is a need for a priority jamming with joy
and creative celebration

i have decided to forget sadness
and set aside the quest for greatness
that has always been nothing but
a mess

these are nothing but peripheries and collateral
at the center of all these decorations is this mission,
this knowledge that this is but a journey that
i am a pilgrim, a steward, and i do not desire anything
i do not own any and i do not owe anybody at all

i have only dreams, and wishes
oh, they are not actually even mine at all.