Reality Bites
That which is apparent,
to a parent,
seems so mean,
to a teen.
We question, yet find the same answer.
Ages pass, no change is present.
Stretch, tug, reject.
Only constant, is the pull.
What we perceive, the draw of reality,
is only the push of fancy.
Rejection.
How complex.
That which is, cannot be.
There must be other.
How we weave our perception into a complex web.
A construct.
A convolute.
So absolute.
Simplicity rejected.
More is sought,
less it taught.
Complexity projected.
"This" must be it.
Can be no other.
No grand unification,
rather, exceptions envisaged,
and justified.
An overly simple result,
lacking in reality
cannot pass the test.
Yet, it is as it should.
Youth begets revolution.
Yielding to evolution.
Clarity reigns.
Reality bites.
© Dave Lawson, 1998