Just pointing out

Just as the finger pointing to the moon 

Is not the moon, 

The finger pointing to the clouds 

Is not the clouds:

 I could tell you there’ve been lies and obfuscation, 

But only if you see it for yourself 

 Will you believe 

And I cannot seem to lift you 

From the sad cliff on which you stand 

To the safe place where you might finally 

Have the courage to look past the smoke and mirrors 

And see what’s true.