The rain-soaked morning held its cool hand
Upon her head, while the wearied travelers,
Not knowing, push forward, straight ahead.
Far too many changes have taken place for her to
Recall, far too many wanderers haven't
Noticed them at all.
It's that fogged, dazed condition that they harbor
In their soul, it's that uneasiness of not
Knowing that takes a bigger toll.
Not knowing is the easy part, the answers are hard
While the rain-soaked morning held its cool hand
On her mind.