Shapes (a poem)

I suppose it would be easier to say ‘don’t believe everything you see’, but that’s not much of a poem…

Shapes
form out of every moment

Shapes
contain the days we try to unfold

Shapes
build the world in which we live

Shapes
cage the lives we think we control

Shapes
distort the truth to escape detection

Shapes
practice deception for their own ends

Shapes
leave the important blanks unfilled

Shapes
hide in mirrors so we have to pretend

Shapes
are not always our friends

(21 October 2017)