Melancholy   

You call this a journey,
so I'm looking for my path.
Feeling lost beyond this road;
in a state of confusion
with no more comfort illusions.
I'm going nowhere,
yet feeling rushed.
Just looking for some answers,
to questions not even known.
Like a dark cloud pending rain,
I'm waiting for my downpour.
I'd ask for your hand,
but I don't even know where I am.