The mist

There are realities that

we see coming towards

us like a screaming high speed

train coming out of the heavy mist.

 

Yet the will to act as well

as see is as elusive as that

mist, and it seems the fog

is getting thicker so we can’t

even find our way anymore.

 

Patchy it is across this planet,

that is shrouded in places and

clear with blue skies in spots

where delusion has given way to

concern about the state of the

world and our lack of vision and

wish to hear the goddamn truth.

 

Patchy it is for sure, but there

is hope that the sun will come

out and dissoIve the mist of

delusion, ideology and denial

so that we see the truth and

do what we have long needed

to do to save humanity from itself.

 

24/11/2022