I lie in stress,
As thoughts run by,
About a few events,
And I wonder why?

The truth to me,
Is vivid yet unclear,
What am I to believe,
Is the truth far from near?

Questions keep arising,
Never seem to stop,
Questions quite wierd,
Just like the feelings they've brought.

Advice I sought,
And Sighed profound,
Adept I must,
To things to be found.

Ponder so hard?
On something unclear,
Am I Wasting time?
Or am I fooling myself here?