Illusions for solutions

Pressure in the shoulders
sinking feeling clings it seems the world must haggle
Deal with some chatter rebuttle for the latter
spin sound bite solutions

Pretending to be strong
each feeling wronged
Pending unease in our human sleeves
In our earth game, words we spread on the day sometimes hurt flavored

no balance, people are servants of hurt
Shouldn't we be serving love?
serving the greatest way to be
yet through the fields of existence bending are we sowing complaint

The truth is not allowed to be formed in words by people
so we beat around the bush like lost foxes reflections of our animal selves
The selection of exact facts that sprout grievance
are presented like fine gifts help me open them in vain wrapped in gorgeous sarcasm

The pressure in the shoulders mounts
how do humans survive without their conflicts?
Shady creatures are we who find contentedness impossible
inventing illusions for solutions