We Are Strange Mixtures
Human beings are notorious -
Thinking up excuses
In defense of faulty judgment
Or of ‘right out’ low intent.
One knows people, modest, kind,
Who fall down on their sword
When it concerns the lie.
Defensive in the most unworthy sense
Which to the hearer makes no sense,
Is nonsense clear, reasoning vague, logic dense.
We are a race of contradictions,
Our convictions often faulty.
It is bravery
To always try to tell the truth,
Admit one or the hundredth myth.
What, why this fear of truth?
The ego, which we need to live -
A dual tool for our survival.
Slap bang that! - a dual fuel.
One part tells that us we are we,
The other gives us vanity.
To allay and keep at bay the negative,
Become the person meant to be:
Open, humble, self assured, free of funk-anxiety,
Unified and undefiled
Is the gift we will receive.