Right Or Wrong

There are many of us
who act on our beliefs
Stranded like a ship
and destroyed by the reefs
Forgiven though they think
each act caught in memory
Trained to disillusion
and forgetfulness the key
Trapped by an incident
diversion never was
Lapse in their judgments
just because
Clustered in darkness
glued by the soul
Coerced by the subconscious
and pushed into the hole
Temporary existence
and part of idiots ville
He picked himself back up
looking down from atop the hill