POV
I can’t put my finger on why,
But everytime i think i might
have it figured out, have some sight.
Then the next idea appears,
I think I ought to give it a try;
And the new knowledge leads to doubt and fears.
Feeling like a fool again,
I wander aimless,
Choosing to abstain
Trying to become nameless.
It seems as if the more I learn,
The less I trust is true.
Leaving me to yearn
And close off to all but few.
Its dangerous out there with my point of view
I’ve been sought by dark things more than I knew.