Truth of Obscurity

I don’t need to be told what I’ve seen whether it’s real or a sinister scheme I need a world where I know the rules which we call wise which we call fools Where the lines in the sand are a lot less hazy and people agree on who people call crazy But the lines in the sand have gone every which way from the truth of obscurity growing each day We’re a nation of leaders who’ve lost their way where all are consumed of crescendoing fray skulking in darkness on weakness we prey leaving in question what’s lighting our way This dreariness some are beginning to feel the mental fatigue of discerning what’s real Confusion and chaos have run us aground far from the winds in our sails we had found I don’t need to be told what I’ve seen but I fear what I’ve found that remains of the scene folks with no compass no maps and no guide colliding in wastelands of deepest divide Where is the ground upon which we can stand steady behind the lines drawn in the sand? For what shall we fight still united as one? For what shall we die when it’s all said and done? ~Jeannie Cronin