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)