The increasing grandiosity of 
Our passing hours holds us spellbound 
Unless we blink in the bright glare of 
Momentary home truths that befall 
Like occasional meteor showers 
That mostly flash by unnoticed 
By a much distracted world.
  
On humid days when the sun is blocked by 
Many passing clouds that yield no rain 
We come face to face with the truth of 
Our own self-inflicted illusions 
That reveal that we are the authors of 
Those things that cause our greatest pain 
In a much distracted world.