The Fog

 

Through out we are lost
wanderers driving through the fog
with mist obscuring our thoughts.

Through and through we are lost
heading onto false ideas
leading always nowhere special.

The devil is such a trickster
always standing by a road
telling us where to go.

He points us to and fro
tempting with our ego.

Yet.

What we never know
is how much the devil works
to keep us in our sense
living with a nonchalance.

Everyday is in God's will
repeating like the rain and day
and night.


Life is such a hoax
of a human perplexed on money, hate --
the pain.

There is no stopping what must end.

There is only you and me
living in God's domain.
                -V I L L A N U E V A
08.07.21