Murky ambiguity

We all want love
And to be loved
Is that a legacy?
What about all the lonely people
Dining in the mist of strangers
Fearing isolation

It not what one does?
Where one goes
Or what one makes

Knew when you have it
That it is too precious
To let go at a whim

Trust will glue heaven to earth
Mistrust will rip diamonds apart
Fragile threads can bind

We all want love
And to be loved
Murky ambiguity is our legacy

Peeking from happy memories
At the world coloured blue
Conscience is a tranquil place