Found In Abundance

Have your eyes been open? Then what is it you do not comprehend? Is it the affect of your observations? Or the reality of the application? Which is it? The sting of the feel... Or the absence of fantasy? Which is it, That leaves you filled with grief? Applied upon your borrowed sorrows. Which is it... The sight of it without fruited scents? Or the magnitude of your nonacceptance? Which is it? Didn't your actions present the invitation? Your display of disgust and irritation... Will not make what 'is' Disappear from your delusions. This mess has been left after the festival... You thought you could forever digest. What would you like...? Would you care for another foreclosure, To add with your sip of whine... And the malicious dip, You and the others find in a shared decline. Which is it? I'm sure all of this can be found in abundance for you!