{Non}Sense

Saw something new on the news today,
What's news to the world may not be new to me.
One nuisance about the new in news,
Is that it rarely ever is.
We hear what we're wanted to hear,
See what we think we're seeing
Independently.
Through the eyes of the faceless
Camera which shows what is hidden,
Hides what is shown.

We're under attack,
A sheme in the grand siege of things.
But they seem to have the advantage,
They provide not only information,
But also the point of view.
We see what we're wanted to,
Feel what we're wanting to,
I don't know what we're wanting to learn.
We're being shown what it means to mean nothing,
And say everything.
We're under attack.

Why do we pursue Truth,
In the world that only equates it to
Nonsense?
It's not in the world,
It's out of our reach.
It's hiding from those of us
With haze-colored glasses.
But it still wants to be found.
He still wants to be found.