A Mind Infinite

Infinity: The Views of a Dreamer

The Fog

Existence, a mere fog
Something to wander through hazily,
in the middle of the night
What we can’t see in front of us,
is our future

Chaotic, like the stirring winds which bring the tide in
The fog can come and go,
when it pleases as a maiden in the night

Follow the fog, boy, follow the fog
Let the fog guide you,
on your journey of life
Except when the fog ceases,
like the destiny of all material things,
we are lost in the dusk before the dawn of the light


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