Poppies

I am a fool by far, unaware of my reasoning beneath.

The rapid fire thoughts that cloud my mind cripple my feet.

I am a fool by far.

I think I am good, but my rage blinds me to the hurt I cause the ones I love.

I love in theory but know not if it is present in my moving.

What are the affections that move me?

Even if others disagree, do they still feel loved by me or have my thoughts truly given way to hate.