In Between Existance

So many lies where does the truth exist in this world with a mist of lies so thick. Now on my knees I pray to God to clear this mist and all this pain that pursues me so I wonder how can I ever embrace love if hatred lives around me. Now does such thing really exist? Because I find myself deeply cluttered in this mist. I see the light and darkness come my way each and everyday. Now I know where I stand, in between day and night. I am similar to the blowing wind. 

                                          EGS...