Clear headed

Purpose, lays ambush to our peace
Gnaws away a forest of confidence
Any finger pointing that these are these
is punished by poking at own expense.

It's always an inviting grip
Waiting for the next slip
Fall of the humpty-dumpty
Jack and Jill fallen empty.

When it takes hold
Our stars turn pretty bold.
They don't care one pence
And our planets maintain silence.

Amidst all this skulduggery
Time flies by in a jiffy
Flapping its giant wings
Disturbing the balance of things

Nothing much one can do
Except change one's hairdo
Come back with a clear head
Now, be a train without an engine ahead.