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.