Sincerity

Here in my mind I ponder such wondrous things. At least to me they are it seems with much passion. What is it that powers the mind that we are so alone? Do any of us really have friends or is it false pity. Some are eager to say and speak of friendship true. But then tragedy calls and they run without clue. Whether from countryside or the ever-busy city, They recall their words easily but act as a drone. We all sincerely try to honor our words in a fashion. However, fall short in the truth of everything that brings. True friendship, love of fellow humankind in reality, Nevertheless, in every eager heart there is utter sincerity.