Illusion Confusion Delusion Solution

BY Scary Halloween






It is late.
I stand in the suburbs amongst
the sleeping in their houses, the big yards,
elaborate swingsets and screened porches.


I am an alien here.


A song by Bob Dylan runs through my head,

There must be some kind of way out of here,”
Said the joker to the thief.

“There’s too much confusion,
I can’t get no relief.
Businessmen, they drink my wine,
Plowmen dig my earth.
None of them along the line
Know what any of it is worth.”

“No reason to get excited,”
The thief he kindly spoke.
“There are many here among us
Who feel that life is but a joke.
But you and I, we’ve been through that,
And this is not our fate.
So let us not talk falsely now,
The hour is getting late.”

I refuse to lie to myself, to you and others. 


For me it is not how to get out or how to get in.
I can't know what I know, even if I look the part,
I can't stomach it. I must remain.


There is no place for me but on my island. What have I
ever known except what I know now?


No mystery to the meaning of life. Love and be loved.
That is all anything is worth.


Everything else is an illusion. All of man and God's creation
is meaningless, empty and hollow without selfless love.


How much can one change if they even realize they need to?
Eventually you top out or bottom out. You go as far as
any individual can go. And then you are finished. You are done. All that remains
is memory in someone's head.

This thought came to me over dinner and conversation
with a man that I cannot even begin to compare.


Honest, kind, loving, tireless, strong.


Because of him and others I would have slipped away due to
mere indifference or out of pure boredom.
But their love for me has given me the gift of being able to love.