A Gaze Through My Reality-scope

Blown

Wandering around aimlessly,

with no real sense of direction,

feeling so very confused,

every second a new surprise,

and feeling so very,

alone.

Life is a mysterious road,

that you can't even see,

wanting to know for sure,

that what you know is true,

sometimes longing for,

a clone.

To be understood,

to be able to send,

someone else to live,

to be able to know,

they'll listen to you and not,

moan.

Looking for answers,

but you don't even know,

the question,

Looking for truth,

but you don't even know,

what's the lie,

just going where you're blown.