Clueless

He was happy;

They were happy

At least for the first parts of it

For the best parts of it

Most times,

With great favor comes less value

We only see the value of it if there’s a price tag on it

HIS love was free

Given to man on a platter of clear conscience

And we couldn’t see the use

Until HE put a price tag on it

Even now, we still find it hard to comply

How did love become so hard?

How did affection become so defective?

Sometimes cluelessness is best for man

He operates better that way; being in the dark