The Fog

Shadowy morning

Sunlight breaks

Routine sounds suggest

Eyes open to realize

New opportunities become

Immediately available

Isn’t it that simple

Our lives

Are destined by activity

We choose to remember

The past

Or deny the present

Perhaps forgive the future

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And I remember

Each day I decided

Would be different

Than yesterday

Today asks everyone

A simple request

Survive

Model and survive

Present, model and survive

An original notion

Becomes our reality

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And then the fog settles in

To mask the importance

With enough gray area

That allows persistent confusion

That is the moment

Wondering, helpless, wishing

Contemplating how we got here

What is the purpose that drives me

Into a craziness that is my mind

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We are a mellow people if allowed

To recognize the fog exists to drive us home.