Beetle Paddle Battle

I do not know where to begin

Swimming through this unilateral haze I'm in

I cannot seem to think or see straight

As this world begins to masturbate

Spawning sinners who are saints

And the unimaginative who paint

Seas of life and lands devoid

Of the chosen who cannot be toyed

With the sheep shrouded in ignorance

But still this haze has me on the fence

I write this, but you cannot read

You do not understand the word "need"

You confuse it with a fleeting want

And when it is gone you are nonchalant

Needing is physical not abstract

Hitting you with great force and impact

So in short I will say

I am tired and will not come out and play