But what if...?

I struggle with the validity of my decisions and romancing the memories of my broken heart blossom new ignorances of unforeseen failures. Somewhere between my doubt and confusion; My preferences are justified. But reality is an illusion, and the truth is camouflaged with lies. It seems "right" and "wrong" lose out to "I want" & "I should of" and then the truth dissipates like fog. I can see the principles blatantly standing out; Because the "right" permeates my whole being. I want to stand on my morals and my sincerity. But fantasy is so much more alluring. Passion is a stern master demanding high commitments. The legitimacy of my situation weighs heavy and the conflict in my mind continues to breed more strife; then questions flood in. Is it right really; if you're the only one who will speak up for it? If that's the case; does it make it really right? Why does that inquiry mean so damn much to me right now? Why can't love penetrate through your brain somehow to overcome some of its imperfections and excuses? Why can't love be right all the time? Why? Because it doesn't see evil at all; & the pain it brings when it can't win; isn't right, it's so very agonizing! & it inevitably brings faulty choices...Bringing your nightmares right into your dreams in the middle of the afternoon.