Driven Snow

It was all so clear, even with the driven snow tapping at my window. This was an abyss of thought, of repeating the same thing over and over again but still looking for different answers. I was looking for something more. The only problem was I kept looking in the same places and seeing the same faces. Looking at the same fears and considering them magnified. I lied and I was being lied to and I appreciating the lies that were being told to me. 

Thats messed up.