Sitting and waiting for something that is certain in a world where nothing appears as so
In this I am found in realization that something so small has control
For many aspects of my life are seen as clear
From an outside eye, or an outside ear
Yet for me I am stuck
My whole world is on hold and there is nothing that I don't confuse
I have the power to clear the air, wipe my eyes, and know the truth if I so choose
Yet I'd rather see hope through smoke and blurry eyes
So then even if I did not win, I can find bliss in the fact that I did not lose

And in this bliss lies comfort, but not the kind that calms the soul
Rather numbs the mind and fills the brain with temporary dopamine
Like an empire in the peak of its reign
Enjoying success knowing that soon it will all come down in flames
Problems unaddressed and communication unclear
The flames lay fire, empire down, and nothing but smoke and blurry eyes I fear

So the empire of uncertainty is where I reside
Peering through smoke with blurry eyes
Forever fearing the day of clarity..