Camoflaged
The fog has settled in my soul
Where I can't see the path,
All I can do is write what's true
And try to do the math
Of what is real and what is not
To hold to what I know
It seems too easy I'm forgot
Or drenched in buried snow.
I see this as a trying time
As I've been here before
Nights are long and never prime
When fog hides what's in store.
I know what lurks inside my head,
And what my end will be,
But in between is much obscured
Uncertainness I flee.
Perhaps this is just some fly-by-night
As I attempt to keep my feet
There's not a clearness of a sight
That I could hope to meet.
No this is how the story goes
Much like the faith I hold
And I can't ask the one who knows
Since in that fog has rolled.
4-14-2024 by Sagefairy
