A Telling Game

Words you ask? What can they be? I hardly know them, or maybe I pretend for Pretending is another dirty game. Feeling unsure, Mystique overlays. But, dear me, my heart breaks your words rip my heart anyway. Someone wise told me, and I tell you the same. for I did not want any part in this wretched game! They proclaim sitting on the high stands, Pontificating on everything! with Just a glance. Can they surmise the whole? When they only believe in what’s told The quest is on, and answers we seek. But who will give them to the meek?