a house with clouds

There was no house before No color in the clouds with time that changed And a picture was painted. With it grew the seeds of doubt Years went by. And still I am not quite sure It took years of my asking, to know where this would go. Tell me where it went to hell And what happened in those days. For years time and time again No answer was ever gained. And now I know the answers And still nothing has changed. Nothing that mattered was said But everything that counted was saved. Now I know about the mysteries That kept me up at night. Now I know about the pain. That I doubted and recited. Now I know for sure, what I always assumed from the start. I was not late to the ruin. There was never a home to save. The house was never colored, And the clouds were never made.