I run and jump and laugh and cry, because I am here now; because I was here then.
Yet, when I take my step, I am blind; There is a fog that mysteriously flows in, out, and around my very force.
I cannot step relying upon my logic; Faith and hope is what guides my way.
Thus, I often travel to the mirrored waters that reveal my past, and I see a face that shows too much pain and sorrow; a face that knows too much, one which feels for all.
Why? why am I plagued with this subsequent cloud? Why can't I see what is due, what is near?
At times I stumble over things that cause me to fail; Should I run through it? or walk to find my way? or crawl to be safe?
No, I will walk; But, I alone cannot find my way.
Thine forthcoming is grey and cloudy and bleak.
Help me to find, to step, and to know that which I seek.
Am I too complex? Why do I live in the deep corners of the mind?
I understand that which is pushed away; I learn what is untaught, what is lesser known.
Where do I fit in this world?
I fit nowhere, I am the anomaly among a system of ones and zeros.