The world feels strange, a little lost,
Like maps are drawn, at a bigger cost.
We don't believe the words they say,
The leaders talk, in a different way.
They're smart, they're clever, books they've read,
But miss the point, that's in our head.
They think too much, in ways so grand,
While simple answers are close at hand.
Experience whispers, 'This feels wrong, '
But logic shouts, with a louder song.
The people want a common ground,
But loud extremes are all around.
It's like a puzzle, pieces slide,
Where common sense goes off to hide.
T.M.Solvang
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