There is a grain of truth in every opinion,
and a bucket of lies in every tiny white lie.
Like a rolling snowball, they accumulate and stick,
and as the ball grows, it becomes distorted.
Unfortunately, truths also grow distorted,
and are soon obscured,
engulfed in the fog of misperception,
which descends upon them.
Though the light may be piercing,
still they fade,
becoming harder and harder to find
and harder still to define.