Twisting left and right for place to stand, When certain worlds seem shifting sand. Truths soft in hardened hands, Confusion near in distant lands. Mortals search for friends and foe, Which is witch no one knows. Standing tall falls, strong winds blow. Opinion fast while facts stay slow. Times fade as history passed, Distortions brighten every class. Keepers in that ivory tower, Waivers sweet our fruit to sour. Careful in this war of strife, Risky now our paths of life. Honest used to be our goal, Uncertain now certain takes its toll.