Innocently Ignorant...

Is the beginning and the end the same? Is the light hidden behind the slate in the game? Is the heart, weak for the flesh, smitten with love? Is the truth speaking mouth, gagging all those false? When I am trying to douse the worrying fire, With the heavy dose of alcoholic butter, Would I be too clouded to be called a fool? The sarcastic smile on dude’s face not their fault, Velvety meadow of conspicuous future, Seeded with wasteful minuscule lumps, Not seen through the single or two lens, When magnified as these bloom, my life will wilt, The fabulous pillow covers all those dangerous secrets, Which I bathe everyday with liquid and perfumed concoction, Not a single mirror invented yet, can reflect all swells, The tainted car seat not worth a cent more than my health.