Believing

I shudder at the cold draft.
The ghosts pass by,
Shifting the thoughts in my mind.

Words pass by my core of thought.
I need to find the ones I search for:
Listen to me.

Nothing adds up,
Fantasy becomes your truth.
The lines of reality dissolve.

Before me, I grope in the dark.
I need something solid,
Something to have at my fingertips.

Trust is my key,
But where is the lock?
The door has only splinters.