Perplexed

Sincerity is hardly in an abundant quantity in our world the blunderers and wonderers are deserted the direction hurled Lost aimless looking to be painless seared in their fragile state by promise makers and mockers and takers until it is too late They hope, cope, mope and feel roped while facing a reality robbed of peace and tranquility Searching and asking, yearning while acting out this game called life with the scenes that repeat like a thundering heartbeat consumed with horrific strife Puppets get tangled and wrangled and mangled by the puppeteer who's careless and cares less. Verbose? Yes, but truth uncovers fears and tears The haystack is monumental, yet the needle miniscule hidden under eternal straw sticks The hay is rough and in irritating tufts. It blocks the gleam that's within. It's a glow like fire on a burning wick. Coal is a very dark stark mark of what exists if not burned Ageless means stage less void of undiscovered value. Leave no stone unturned