Foolish Mishaps

A distant fragrant
Lingers but far
Attached to me
But not a jar
Curious minds flickers by
As if to only pass time
Shaky thoughts convey messages
Rapidly judging at different stages
Juveniles play
On quicksand
Jolly feet caught in mess
While steady hands,lay an rest
If I'm not borrowed
Rented or lent out
I am yours for sure
Without a doubt
However if doubt is crowded
How do you know for certain
That if it is but truth
Wolves play sheep,according to clothing
Unsure hearts,play fast to judge
While judges are but sound
Then if to me you hold a grudge
Then face the bull by its horns.