Muscadines And Fine Wines

I'm still uncertain, my mission here
a lot to say, no one to hear
no one to care, the words I say
but expected to play their karmic games.

I have a lot to say, no one to care
a lot to give, a lot to share
no one to receive
the love I have to heal.

I live alone in my home
though not physically alone
I live my life in a zone
vibing distinctive tones.

I'm lost most of the time
like muscadines on a vine
left out in the sun to dry
never made fine wines.