Complexity

As I observe this turf my vision begins to blur. A wicked instance occurs. Innocence and evil stirs, faith resembles my nerves. That trembles when urged. To merge. Thoughts that impact deep when I forget to swerve. What reason do I serve? Something as simple as a bystander or as complex as a curb. Am I the reader or the words that stare stern at the nerd? You live and learn, but living in fire just leaves your burnt. So should I exert. All of my good into a skirt? To know the truth is to hurt. So living a fool will work