Vagabond, thats who

A vagabond, thats who

Searching for what

Elated and devastated

Alone yet with company

perpetrator  and sufferer alike

Lost in this life and that too

Looked for love, found illusions

Cherished and abandoned 

No grudges to hold

Trampled and misunderstood

Taken for granted and judged

No judgement or vengeance sought

A fool who believed the fable

Longing to belong

Undoing all

Labelled yet again

A vagabond, thats who

Ignorance is Bliss

How does it come to pass that the most authentic people feel like frauds to themselves?
It is because they are striving for a higher standard than anyone around them?
People who care about the dichotomy of thoughts, who hang on the hons of dilemma. People who don't like having double standards, people who take reality for what it is.
Why do such people have the worst of fights inside of them? when everyone around them is not even aware of the fake and double lives they are living.
I guess ignorance is truly bliss.