Often confusing

Song for a lost soul

To live a life of why's,
Stark and filled with lies.
To see none but as foe,
All enemies at your door.
To live, that is sad.
But maybe not so bad.
Those clouds in your vision,
Fog in your thoughts.
And all the while no other,
Can see you wither and rot.
A curious predicament,
Alone but wanting more.
To thirst for what you fear,
Their warmth and your tears.
Tis life miserable, yet such a dear.
For when those clouds pass.
We; will be here,
Lost souls on the same path.