A Blurry Conscience

Before the storm everything appeared to be lucent But, then the rain fell upon my window All the things I knew, now blurred Light that once guided me is now a maze Senses I once trusted have betrayed me, forgotten me I can no longer discern what is right from the wrong Are the morals I know and believe real? Or rules created by man? Do these rules protect or control mankind? The drops of rain have obscured my moral sense of the world The decadent things in life now seem genuine I'm fain to go to a fane filled with feign Because it no longer feels nefarious It's still raining outside; A blurry conscience I have