QUESTIONS
Asking questions without answers
watching my thoughts go through the wind
sometimes the fog it surrounds me
sometimes living must end to begin
And i reach out
into nothingless
wandering, in despair
stumbling down my own road of emptiness
leading me,
leading me somewhere
living by morals that are not my own
personal interest leading me away from home
a thousand voices tugging at my soul
i'm no longer in control
taking me on a journey
through an unexpected door
from a world i've always known
into a world
overwelming
a world of anxiety
at peace
a world resounding
with fear
but most of all
a world of unfailing truth