Perplexed Poem by M. Muller

Flexible free naturally inquisitive
Thinker
And too many holes in the
Thinking
In the Knowledge, In the
Necessary, valuable knowledge.

I learned
And the questions come
Questions who implore
Answers.
Holes deploring
The whole, The simple thing of
Thinking.

Simple questions
To maybe not so simple
Predicaments.
How can people be so nuts?
Are people really so nuts?
No, in my thinking,
People of Earth, of God, Love and Life,
Cannot be so...

What then is the cause?