Fog
The fog fills the dark street
Just like the confusion fills my mind.
Maybe there's no street at all.
Maybe it's just me.
Looking into my own mind.
I breathe out.
More fog as my breath meets the cold.
Where do I go from here?
I can't remember where I'm supposed to turn.
I am lost.
Whether or not this street is real
Doesn't change that fact.
I walk further,
Only to find myself further lost.
Deep breath.
All will be fine
I tell myself.
I'll find my way.
Here and in life
So many choices to make
So many streets to take
Where am I going?
Where have I been?
Life is slipping out of control
I don't know anything anymore
I fall down and start to cry.
My resolve slips
I'm no longer sure all will be fine.
I look up, hair sticking to my face with the dense fog.
A light calls to me.
Was it always there?
No idea, but I move toward it anyway.
A house.
I knock on the door.
"May I stay here until the fog clears?
I can't find my way.
And I've forgotten where I'm going."
No one answers.
I was talking to myself.
But it's so warm.
I get comfortable
And begin to fall asleep.
When I wake
Everything's fine again
No more fog, real or imagined.
Everything's right again.
And the sun shines once more.
Just like the confusion fills my mind.
Maybe there's no street at all.
Maybe it's just me.
Looking into my own mind.
I breathe out.
More fog as my breath meets the cold.
Where do I go from here?
I can't remember where I'm supposed to turn.
I am lost.
Whether or not this street is real
Doesn't change that fact.
I walk further,
Only to find myself further lost.
Deep breath.
All will be fine
I tell myself.
I'll find my way.
Here and in life
So many choices to make
So many streets to take
Where am I going?
Where have I been?
Life is slipping out of control
I don't know anything anymore
I fall down and start to cry.
My resolve slips
I'm no longer sure all will be fine.
I look up, hair sticking to my face with the dense fog.
A light calls to me.
Was it always there?
No idea, but I move toward it anyway.
A house.
I knock on the door.
"May I stay here until the fog clears?
I can't find my way.
And I've forgotten where I'm going."
No one answers.
I was talking to myself.
But it's so warm.
I get comfortable
And begin to fall asleep.
When I wake
Everything's fine again
No more fog, real or imagined.
Everything's right again.
And the sun shines once more.