with thoughts referred to as naive

Despite explanations, still questions raised

Yet we move on, stumbling and staggering

Endeavouring despite tumbling and scattering

Not knowing where to do we head

All our choices, with misfortune met

If only we could find directions

If only we could answer the questions

If only doubts could be annihilated

Perhaps our souls would be less jaded

and sense of direction less deviated