Dense low-lying fog thick and choking
No escape to be found in any direction
Swimming through fighting against drowning
Unsure or unable to assert your intention
Paths below hidden from view
The road in front concealed at every turn
A moment’s peace to gather and force through
Regain composure and from old decisions learn
A fog seen before through blindness unrecognised
Settled and complete formed in the mind it grew
An exercise in will from its grasp to be pried
Veils to be lifted and the day begin anew