Blurred

The lines are blurring
No longer only black and white
The words I speak are slurring
Issues shown in different lights
I wonder what to say
As everything mixes around
Laying wherever it may
Noisy jumbles of random sound
Messed up images invade my mind
Creating a distorted truth
The lies become harder to find
And one must be a sleuth
To recognize the truth among the lies
In which ever shape it likes
To untangle that which mystifies
Even smart and brainy types
I’m not quite sure what I should do
To question the questioner
Or in that choices lieu
Perhaps I should really defer
My choice until a better time
When nothing is in such a rush
Should I wait for a god-sent sign
And until then not make such a fuss
All the thousands of blurring lines
Surrounding me inside a shell
Making it hard to see what’s mine
Hidden under piles of questions
Things still left undefined
Everything a mere suggestion
Of what was once so refined