Sadness- We Often Cross Paths

I wanted to sink my teeth in a loaf of gladdening amicability, My abhorrence of the woodland solitude was my grave folly , I searched the crux of life in the cacophonous chaos of muddled souls , The chimerical hideousness of that rusty chair under the parched tree deceived me some more, It was when I stumbled upon the rock of despair, Is when that rusty chair under the cruel dark sky lend its hand to repair, One might think, in this world of garish identity, what needs to be repaired, The puzzle dismantled the moment I gazed at the clouds while I sat on that rustic chair.