The Riddle; Don't Be Fickle

If you solve this riddle
You’re worth my time
If Erroneous and fickle
You’ll miss this riddle’s prime
So pay attention
For in each verse lies a secret
Each of great pretension

What is round and well fed
Full of life and inbred
Bursting at it seems with abhorrence and dread

What once was flat
And where happiness was once a factor
Where dreams are scarce and replaced by facts
Where promises are broken and most are a loss of the benefactor

Where eyes are blind
And yet ears are forever ajar
Where what is treasured most is the wrong and unkind
Making inquisitions that from the point are pretty far

This riddle is about
Something we all hold dearly
Yet we abuse it ourselves and fill it with doubt
That “thing” we have so close and see it everyday so clearly

Still not sure
Here’s one last intimation
This one last thing that your intuition may assure
It’s the biggest, most god-like creation

No, it is not the human mind
Though it seems like so
But the human mind much too kind
To resemble where this riddle goes

The answer is simple
But again, if you’re fickle
The obvious riposte
Will be hidden to most

So take your time
Ponder over my palpable words
I’d love to see you discover each verse’s prime
One last clue, leave the small talk to the birds

No need to think too deep
Trust your instinct
And the obvious keep
Apart the difficult and the Distinct