Choices

I listen

To the utmost prominent voices

Hearing their mere echoes of emptiness

While they whisper and beckon to alter my choices

I trust

This short-lived delegating and swaying

For the radiant core of my spirit is what they seek

As they cunningly reach inside me with an absolute fraying

I believe

My own choice still and repel the sly confusion

And sanction myself primarily with confidence and faith

Since everything else is residual dust of only the greatest illusion