con text

I find it hard to understand  
that there's no way to just see through  
what is happening right at hand  
but far from what a thought can do  
 
unable to track back such things  
that make my mind a stringent mess  
I cannot follow what thoughts do bring  
from where to mind still more or less  
 
it's dark but in neglected ways  
like we don't see that we can't see  
what's behind us who stay betrayed  
since context frames and doubts our plea  
 
unclear what I can get from such  
realizing what else is real  
that is an other else and much  
more open for dense and senseful feels  
 
hence meaning is the steering wheel  
the course seems set by a forced cause  
but blurred in widened context peels  
there is weird truth newly revealed  
by reexperienced life of flaws