The Material Disguise
I’m a grand and glorious sailing ship;
magnificant and proud in my day;
for every task, I was well equipped;
there was nothing could get in my way.
The seven seas were like highways to me;
leading to wherever I’d go;
no limits existed to what I would be;
expectations, expected to grow.
With the seasons of time, and storms of the sea,
my exterior showed signs of decay;
and that magnificant ship that once had been me;
was approaching the end of his day.
My mind was the same; it could still navigate;
taking me where I wanted to go;
but to other ships, I could no longer relate;
I’d learned what they didn’t yet know.
To all of them, I was too old and infirm;
and all shores were too distant for me;
for sadly, they all, had yet to learn;
what I’d discovered was to be.
All of reality is just like that metaphor;
making pictures for the mind to discover;
its hard to know we’ve been here before;
seeking new truths to uncover.
Life’s the great puzzle; without solution;
discovering all of reality’s lies;
all we had thought, was merely illusion;
projected as a material disguise.
Monty 6/9/20