Clueless

Who truely knows what to do
Does anyone really have a clue?

But we do go on so to say
And laugh at other’s dismay

A brave face is so put on
Smug grins and pointed horns

Always ready to take them on
Soon as the backs are turned upon

Many many deeds to judge
Makes us feel good oh so much

But when we turn and walk away
Fading whispers follow… our way

Giving that uneasy feeling
Of needles of judgements piercing

Oh human nature, when will you know
You are as clueless as the rest of them now!

— by Poet Mamma