Unknown

Am I a dove, a snake or a bear? Like a bandage my words mend and heal but my bitter tongue bites back a venomous rage of uncertainty and deceit and I feel as if I am fighting foe after foe my thick pelt puncturing blow after blow yet no enemies there are, within comprehension or is thick fur masking my vision? Be I a lion or a fox? Confronting fears headstrong or running and fleeing on. Could I be the monster from whom must I hide? My cogent thoughts a weapon concealed in my shadowy mind? I fear I am becoming lost in the great unholy scheme, a fool searching for the unsearchable with no success but failure Unclarity is the only clarity in which I have come to know, or do I know nothing? Perhaps I am a bat, built on thin wings with blind purposeless eyes my own mind the cavern which enervates my very soul into this decrepit state. However I am no more lost than all the others, yet still I drown and gulp for air unfound, the only strength within reach mine own. Or does it originate somewhere else? Perhaps those whom I hate I love and simply poison their image within my understanding. Perceiving the world through my eyes, all is gray, like a wolf I hunt, my prey is meaning. But the harder I dig into these questions the more deeply I fall, lost in deceptions. Now I see something new and explained I find myself through this mystery and vanity I am oblivion.