Hide and seek

As I see it there is mystery. A deliberate cover that hides the truth. And, when I think this is it. An ugly reality mocks me. As if it's a sign or a reckoning. That I start all over again. Veer at a new turn, or walk backwards. Unfair that it demands the same zeal that I had. When I began the journey. With a surety that I knew the path. That I was aware of what lies ahead of me. When I said yes, this is it. I know this turn, I know this bend. Maybe that was déjà vu. That led me to believe.