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.