It’s A Nebulous Thing

It’s a nebulous thing

We cling to,

With all its baubles and beads

Laughter and sorrow,

Looking to tomorrow

For more joy and happiness,

Leaving the pain and

Suffering behind,

Shambhala only a

Dead dictator away

They say and yet,

The majority support

What or who they

Really don’t have

A clue about,

The few who do

Scoffed at as intellectual

Liberals creating

The hell the clueless

Are running circles

To escape from.