Over time, minds grew clouded
With a manic desire for attention
With all of the self woven deceptions
Making our mind a speed trap
Immensely crowded with temptation
Once the whole of the archive
Has now become the smallest portion
Forgetting all we've been told
That we are told we must know
A people who are culturally illiterate
We fail and no longer a collective
We've entered a haze, a cloud of facts
A myriad of paths have covered tracks
Image becomes narrative, nuance lost
Overwhelming a view, losing a story
If it brings disaster, so be it
Perhaps society needs to pay that cost
To know what is true, through rigor
In order to get through our existence
Humanity needs more separation
To understand, for clarity
Between the clouded event
The biased commentary
And the actual witness
