Unsafe I am (part 3)

5 And all this unease, born since I didn't know if God existed, absent or concealed, will asking if there is no source, no glow, strip me of what I thought my morning's sealed? If faith was only nightmare in sacred dress, does doubt undo the last defense I had? Or was I never safe, but only blessed to know less aware of how unguarded I’ve always been? Sight becomes weak, might dies, I will loose all smells, dreams and nightmares alike this makes things better and worse, as time flies this will make it better, even if I choose to or not fight.