Do you treasure

perplexity

strive to confuse

doubting the obvious

pandering the ruse

 

Do you live inside

cloud cover

avoiding the sun

exposure avoided

your fear on the run

 

Do you hide

behind bombast

the panderer’s lie

your costumes unchanging 

as truth you deny

 

Do you wander

left aimless

your ego unbound

to cry from the wasteland

— bereft and unfound

 

(County Line: April, 2024)