A simile with a deeper meaning

 Truth is a view and  truth is a lie 

That’s always stood as time passes me by 

As time passes I’ve come to wonder 

Can truth be a blunder 

A blunder to one rarely to all 

Rain is like the dripping memories 

A mud puddle is like confusion 

A dream is like a trance 

Fog is like clouded thoughts 

A mountain is like a deck of cards 

The tree line grows nearer but I feel nothing but fear

Fear of what lays beyond the tree line 

Beyond safety 

Beyond light 

Maybe even beyond reality