Unaccustomed To Truth

Where does a truth to uncover and find it,
Be accepted and found,
Unscathed?
As it sat,
Awaiting and sipping on a glass of wine.
While sitting alone at home in a jacuzzi.
Hoping those delusional have begun,
To finally wonder...
Just how much of their lives lived to fiction,
Had nothing to do with reality!?

Would a peace to have left confusion behind,
Still be curious about those out of their minds.
And had chased peace away.
To now, these days, have peace had,
Become sleepless?
Awakening early hours before dawn.
Be that concern about the many in conflict.
And verifiably crazed.
Would actually,
Get up out of a bubbling jacuzzi?
Dry, get dressed.
And leave,
A comforting of peace to receive and achieve?
Be found roaming the streets,
Seeking to appease a curiosity to find...
People crazed to satisfy,
An appetite to validate a crave to digest it!

'Well...
Who is it unaccustomed to what not to find,
To be comforting to satisfy all the time.
If the doing had been wished to want,
Done to receive and finally get?!
It doesn't make sense to leave it.'

'People want what they wish to get.
To receive it.
Then will miss,
A leaving behind...
What then to say not wanted.'

'Must of my life I have heard,
People wishing for peace to want.
Then when they see it successfully achieved,
Immediately their actions taken destroy it.'

'Sounds familiar.'

'I am still trying to comprehend,
Those demanding they will never be replaced.
And by what do they believe to think,
Leaves them to exist eternally immortal?'

'Today?
Social media, movies, TV and videos,
Have young minds so messed up...
They are sold on anything they are told,
That attracts them to self destruction.'