The loss of harmony.

We turn our heads
Away from the glare
Of unsolved problems at hand
The music’s there
But the notes are lost
Shuffled in fabrics of conflicting view
The Chosen Ones profess to know
The way to untangle the confusion
They wear the suit
But lack the desire
To act on the wishes of all
Instead they cast deceptive shadows
Forming patterns we want to see
But nothing else happens
To move us all forward
Away from the confusion
Of multiple shadows in dance
With no clue as to which shadow
Is the right shadow