Ride the Whirlwind ~ Philip Brent

What net of illusions do I hope to cast
Magician’s misdirection my future, past
Always on the verge of fathoming truth
Feeling all makes sense a folly of youth

How then could I have thought, known
Imagine imagination’s leap, now grown
Many ways, not only down and sideways
Wander, stars transfixed, narrow byways

Wondering will I grasp it ere my last day
Will any explain me when I’m gone away
Perhaps, I will not prove footnote worthy
Deluded rainbow dream, a mad Dorothy

When no one knows your truth, even you
Only time will show what future will ensue
You had the right of it, but no one listened
Upon the face of all, a single tear glistened

What face it is or was; only you can decide
Universal, yet perceived at odds, none lied
Those who’ve truly seen never need to say
Any who claim they have, live in fear today

Such is truth in platitudes, clichés disguised
But simple, no need to be edited or revised
What’s denied or elided, notes a secret song
Each is all, one; nothing separate can belong

If you’re unclear where my word might lead
Look within, without; existence all you need
Raise a hand, not in anger or fear, in greeting
No matter, it’s always you, you will be meeting