In a fog I navigate my world,

The edges blend with open waves

Of silence awaiting the nurture

Of our manner of life to speak.

I can’t tell sometimes if it is

Prescriptive or natural, this way

Of life that drives my day, begins

My journey through the mystique,

This human interaction, my world.

I’d like to know today what I will 

Wonder about years from now,

When the time has arrived that

Suggests only what was waiting.

The illusion of something greater

Or a simple explanation just lost

On the beholden nature of our lives.