One Track Rewind

From here, sitting, I stare into the wall
Watching the not quite images of the
Possibly distant past come into the 
Visual field of a mind that does not
Believe what it sees, even when the
Evidence is overwhelming and the
Bon chance is nothing but chicanery;
Telling me, are you? Put it in the front
Yard and come inside, we have a few 
Items to discuss before coming to 
Total disagreement, even if we are
Most of the way there; I'll be here
Sitting and waiting for the wall
To agree with me.