There was a time when I had certainty
Thinking I knew what real was
With the hubris of untested innocence
I’d form opinions and judgments
Sharing them with assured authority
With no thought of testing assumptions
Ready to convict or to reward
But now I know how hard it is
To see behind illusions we think are real
All I can ever hope to know is my own truth
Even that is hard to grasp
So I accept whatever happens
Without trying to control
I’ve given up trying to judge others
For myself honesty is its own reward
David Trudel © 2013
I like it. Simple and sounds truthful. 🙂