Behind the Smokescreen

Behind the Smokescreen Smoke screens on all sides; Makes for hidden truths and purposed lies. Imperfect vision clouded by events; Distraction of human common sense. Storm clouds, fog, and rain; Confuses the masses in disdain. Step outside the modern realm; To stay is to become over whelmed. Where truths are hidden and answers denied; Go to where introspection applies. Solitude away from all the voices; You have many options and many choices. Do not look for answers in the mire; Or preach your sermons to the choir. Silence your thoughts and let answers present; Let spirit give you the final assent. Take media with a grain of salt; Staged events be not your default. The answers you seek are not there; They are within your own heart's prayer. Student of life, Great Spirit the guide; Lessons to be learned and then applied. So let the circles spin out of sync; As it should when awakening is at brink. Be calm in the midst of the storm; A new day is waiting to be born. And while the world looks through the smokescreen; Keep finding truths in the unseen.