Blind men searching for sight

Mortally stuck to a rulebook,
and finding needs for nothing else.
Innocence finds no need for change.
Until change is the only assurance of truth.
The texts change from place to place,
leaving regret and confusion
to feast on the lives around me.
I stand, haunted by voices I know never existed.
Change has taught me not to trust;
Too strong to leave such capable assurances.
But I'll search anyway,
and keep my senses too stubborn to believe themselves.
It will be endless, and no end is ever expected.
But through the suffering
I expect to find some grip on these worn fingers.
All I wanted was an answer,
and all I found were more questions.