I try to make myself believe

I try to make myself believe

That I am blinded by light, when,
I know it is pitch black around me.

That One is the horizon for me, when,
I know that One is as far from me as sky from sea.

That i am a deer grazing the vast green meadows, when,
I know that i am standing thirsty amidst a inimical desert.

That i am flying high in the blue skies, when,
I know that i am falling down a dark deep trench.

That love is a victory march with me leading it, when,
I know that its a stampede with me being at the bottom.

That the shimmer is see is that of the pearls, when,
I know that its the desolate dullness of my tears.

That the life is not as bad as it seems to be, when,
I know that its worse than what it seems to be. . . .