Saponaceous substance was smeared on my
windshield, a veil obscuring the clear view.
The world outside blurred, distorted by the
thin layer, a film that twisted truth and lies.
Hands reached out to cleanse, but only spread
the slick residue, a futile attempt at clarity.
Eyes strained, seeking the familiar, the known,
yet only found reflections of what was lost.
Each swipe an erasure, a rewriting of what
once was seen, now hidden beneath the gloss.
The road ahead unclear, each step a guess,
truth and vision entwined in slick deceit.