I'm caught up in the mist that is my mentality.
I lust for the truth,
except it's hard to find.
The clouds fall down
and it's hard to see:
Only falsities can ascend in the darkness.

When you have too much will,
there's no way,
and no place where you can go.

Stuck in my despair of not knowing what to do so,
I give myself a time scale
of learning things I'll never know.

Do I even want the truth,
or will it be worse than the unknown?

I still live in the longingness of finding,
I have no clue where I am even going.

But maybe it's further away.

Can I leave myself behind,
or is this already my decay?

Something always has to break to bits.

Just until it's

Gone.

Left.

Like everything else.