Walking through a haze

Walking through a haze clouding one's perception, a reality no longer based upon the hearts true intention.

Like a beautiful onion as it's peeled, ideally each layer should take us closer to what is real.

Straining to see through the fog in the world we are forced to exist, sadly each layer reveals superficiality persists. 

Have I idealized my entire existence because I do not see? I can't help but feel nauseated by clarity of hypocrisy. ~Kym L. Pasqualini