Framed

Each human has a different slant

On what they think and feel

And so one must determine

If the cause of such is real

What is the source of confidence?

What is the source of fear?

What is the source of contentment?

What is the source drear?

Are these produced within ourselves?

Do they jive with conditions?

Are they constructive signals

Those which enjoin good ambitions?

Are they but empty drama

Born of specters which we conjure

If so they serve no purpose

To awareness though we ponder

Perception can be tainted thus

By savor of emotions

And frame our own experience

In predetermined notions