The feeling held by most

We must be in a fog

We can’t see clearly

What’s up ahead

Or is it clear vision that we dread?

Bungled up in lies and deceit

No wonder it’s not a clear street

Who to trust, who to believe

In all the conglomeration we receive

Whether by phone, computer,text, or read

Looking for a truth we need

Impossible to find these days

With all of the fogged in, clouded ways.