Un-resured

A poem......

When the sky's have cleared but, that one cloud lingers, as if its blocking you from a truth you can not see. 
So, your eyes keep on it until it leaves your sight. 
The thought of not knowing or understanding is there.
Where did your pride go? 
Your stuck in that spot until you know. 
Yet, you lose trust in everything around.
Since, your thoughts accumulating more clouds surround you, until yourself becomes a fog. 
So thick no one can reach you.
You wave your hands as if it matters. 
It never changes the direction of how you look at things.
To be free.
To be able to step away.
You have to know.
To Understand is not always lies your told.