Micke--Why

As I climb this jagged twisted trail leading to who knows where; I continually wonder just how I managed to get here in the first place. As the demons maneuver from within a haze of poisoned gas making hope for clarity futile Absolution becomes but a dreadful tact of doom drifting in the winds of lost faith; And why would anyone continue to watch; As the past peels like burnt paint right there before their very eyes; Too many exceptions to the rules perhaps and maybe too many queries of the rules itself; And I suspect that perhaps today because of that I may have lost my way