Veil of Perception

I know its dark and cloudy

The winter clouds looming large

But is it the mist and fog

That is making things hazy?

Probably not.

Whatever I say

Is heard in a different way

Whatever I do

Is rejected without fail.

Sometimes I know

The water is muddy

And its foolish of me

To expect the image’s buddy.

Sometimes I know

There is lightning and thunder

And its foolish of me

To expect a clear answer.

Sometimes I know

There is storm in the sea

And its foolish of me

To play on the beach.

These are the times I know

There might be turbulence in the flow.

But there are sunny days

When the sky is clear,

There is silence around

And we so near.

I think this might be the moment

That can be enjoyed without argument.

But alas, I am proven wrong

And made to shudder even under the sun.

Now I realize

It wasn’t the fog or the mist

But - a veil.

A veil of perception,

Of antagonism and aversion

That blurs your vision

And makes your mind a prison.

But I have no intention

To go behind these bars.

I hope you break free from these,

And realize how pure my heart is.