Descended

You climb, trough the steap, that misled me, so many times
Once again, seduced by your confusion
You fog my sight, with your inner mist, behold the glory- of blindness
I know, I dream, I fantasize about you'r guidance
Lead me on, without words, without gestures
Lend me some of that strength, and Ill be fine
Question my intentions, pierce my final fullfillment- with the spear of existance
Confirm my confusion- by looking at me again.