Through the fog I wander,
to where I do not know.
My feet are unclear beneath me,
and the road is even less so.
In the distance a light flickers,
though its rays can barely touch me.
I am left in the hazy air,
the path full of uncertainty.
Quiet is the air,
not even a breeze rustling by.
My feet beg me to stop,
but I ignore their cries.
I reach out a hand,
but find nothing to hold.
And so alone I move forward,
hoping a clear path will unfold.
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