Perceptions…

The ones that I trusted
Simply untied all the knots
And moved forward
Without a backward glance.
The ones that I doubted
Clung to the loose knots
And tightened them
Without a taunting grudge.

Standing still at the same point
I have the choice
To mourn the loss of the betrayer
To join hands with the sincere
What keeps me waiting then?
Is it the morbid thought
Of another unpleasant equation
Where reality yet again equals perception?