Wandering through a haze
that clouds the world once seen.
Searching for a reason
to stay and be with them.
But only finding reasons
that support the will to leave.
Reasons to stray from the path
and find the truth in this.
I know they'll question everything
in their desperation.
But I've been questioning
And I just can't find the answers,
not with them, not now.
the "them" is a mystery which I like, I dont why why but i think of the church probably because my "them" would be that if this were my poem. the haze and clouds sound like a change in perception perhaps you have a new view of things being away from the "them" described earlier, whoever the "them" are when they are unmasked. chilling. the path, meaning the path of life with its choices. in finality being without the answers you seek maybe the answers do not lie in them but us. sincerely mike :)