A sincere fruit party

 It happened at a party I really didn't want to go to
Each group were bunches of fruit waiting to mature
The young unsure needed medicine to focus through
The old too, couldn't celebrate without a strong cure

All of them trying to convince each other they had the answer
Music kicked up out of nowhere as usual not a single dancer
Big fields cultivating a species fat spongy fruit a taste to savor
Football size round sweet thick membraine all juice and flavor

Big trucks and advertising inviting everyone to the show
Almost noone moved and those that did were too slow
Some passed out, climbed and slept on broken pool tables
others told their heroic stories embellishing those fables

The time went down by seconds almost grains of sand
the music changed and hours arrived beer in hands
Then days sunlit for the field fruit yet to be appraised
Gatecrashers beating you to the accusation

Screaming who are you? Who are you?