Wandering

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.