The Tuning

Since clouded is stimulus, inability to aptly express Relief is playing bit elusive, true feelings must suppress The melody seems off key without any fitting note Depriving one of veracity and what it should denote With explicable confounding, unknown too becomes averse All familiar turn strangers, cordiality goes in reverse Obligation to chores dreary no time to satiate own thirst Instead of indulgent revelry, one is putting all others first What cause it goes to serve or if a simple means to end Time would proffer upshot if deficit or were a dividend I would continue as always doing what I deem correct Rewards may prove contrary or the way I would expect