The cloud's subtle, unlike the rain,
Mystery vapor causing the pain,
Baffling emptiness I've been told,
We all try to answer, its old,
But age does nothing to blunt any knife,
What does, when you don't know what's bothering your life?
No solution,
To the pollution,
Leaving no trace,
It's the sly criminal without a face,
Disturbing melancholy,
To knock on the door is utter folly,
He's not going to smile and greet you ,
Can't you see that he has no wish to meet you?
