A Fog State

A fog state

Is not clear

Or heard of

In times of trouble

It falls back

To the old ways

Of knowing

What to do

When the fog falls thick

And fills everyones eyes

With confusion

I know a fog state

And we are living through the densest

Of nights

The Critical Crown

Critical crown

Lifted up

From the ground

Every single person

From the top down

Cried when we watched

How it came to

A heap on the ground

Unusual as it had been

To see the wickedness of many sins

Compiled into the critical crown

Lying on the dusty ground

Mean a Thing

The old fears

Dried up tears

Move up

Move out

All the changes happen

In specific time

And moments

We remove ourselves

To see the grand scheme

By it doesn’t mean a thing

When your heart is torn