Misled

Misleading myself.

I was misled.

My mind is not a blank page ready to be fed.

Surrounded by sounds of the past and expectations visual play

I reconstruct what I think is real. I make a deal.

I hear some soft music and I judge softer what's in front of me.

I feel a warm cup of cocoa and suddenly I sense my relationship to others is closer me.

Nothing is judged in a vacuum but sometimes I think I judge only what's focused centrally.

Do you listen music while you read? Then you will judge influenced by atmosphere indeed.

Context is everything. 

What somebody just said. What you just did. What you still need to do.

These are the qualities that change our mind on the subject if we want or not to.

I mislead myself but love it anyway. 

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

and i listen to music while i write also...kind of the norm...it all blends together, the words in my head, in my heart in the music of my surroundings...i really like this poem..does need some editing to smooth out some of the lines...but even as the poem says "context is everything"

it's not just about words or music, it is how we fit them into our lives.

[DaVoid]

Thanks for your honest review.

I also listen to music while I write often.

[Nokycent]

I love this poem too! I don't concentrate well while listening to music though. Its indeed great to mislead oneself than to get locked in a preconceived cocoon for its sake. Not easy always. Just out of curiosity, is the 'feel' in the 3rd line meant? I had in mind 'fill'.

[DaVoid]

It is "feel" because that is what our brain does:

When people hold a warm cup they judge relations they have as more closer, intimate ...warmer.

[DaVoid]

The poem is about the brain and neurology for the most.

[Nokycent]

Oh really!,,,,good to learn that.