Sour Grapes Poem by glen glens

I've thought it was a sea and known to it a salt;
I'd looked deep in the light probably the darkest of nights;
As claimed west is the right path, but life in it on my pleasant land;
Like the more run to a rain, effects of worse water gain.

For less traveled by ship, further danger on ground rail;
Quite as seems no one will hear, silent chaos in free will;
Round tables were justice strip, bold as it is...
Control is at no ones leap -divided to fall.

The more you want to say, bleak as deaf, no one will hear;
a soul lost in the dark in daylight shall search bear...
Serenity for isolation, sadness for introspection,
Believe none to her action… the spoiled mind and the wanderer!