What use am I?

What shade of complexity could I bring

What understanding would light your mind,

If the torn edges of maybes or what ifs weren't defined?

The swirl of uncertainty wrapping your tongue

sticky mud of insecurity would never water down

What faith would you tread on ground?

Oh What clarity hate affords the messengers target

Face it

without me you would have no purpose

No navigation between left or right

Appreciation is a lost art

A snicker of light

I'm not offended

I am simply aware

But you,

You're stuck with that blank stare.