Hiding Key

I do not yet see the path before me Hiding perhaps from he who wants to see A stranger… how do one be? Is there somebody who holds the key? Just want to know how to become A somebody perhaps to nevermore run The many things to never know to want Must there always be things for one? Do you find… or do they come to you? Things I know… if only I knew Days happening for never nights until You once more feel yet never knowing its real Can you believe what you once disbelieve? Is it not everything that comes… leaves? Do you remember hearing truths that deceives? Will you ever again… believe? For that one day to one day see I’m to you a stranger… do you want to be? Have you seen the path before me? Is everyone a no one holding the key?