I See Only Fallacies These Days

I see only fallacies these days,
nothing seems real.

Is it a curse or a blessing,
to see beyond words,
to unknowingly read intentions
which are never wrong,
to see the motives of the speaker
more than themselves,
to know the end even before it begins,
yet allow time to swallow everything.

Giving in to the gut-wrenching moment,
intuition sometimes feels overwhelming.

I have gone to all four corners of the home,
I haven’t met anyone without a motive.
Comparison is an excuse
to fulfil desires.

I see people being fooled,
but how can a tree see itself whole?

We have given up the essence of sense,
became part of the herd, living to die.

For years my trust has left me stranded,
afraid of not recognising when it is needed.

I ask questions to myself —
have I become an observer,
or just a thinker?