Foggy Days
Sometimes following you is like hiking in the fog Some trails are familiar, some are new Sometimes you bring a map, some days you don't Sometimes you call us to wander and wonder Hiking along the fog might settle Seeing ahead isn't really an option If I try to look ahead, I might get lost So I turn my attention to my steps Focusing where I place my feet keeps me grounded I can see the ground, looking straight down If I try to glance up just a step or two advanced I might find myself confused again, or tripping up Hiking in the woods I might need to see But too far ahead I can afford to leave unknown Maybe atop a hill I may catch a glance of a mountain Something off in the distance that may be ahead The funny thing about trails, though, they bend Maybe I see a hilltop clearing up ahead I head back into the fog following the trail I'm on My path bends and turns and twists Further down I go, never going up the hill I saw I expected a high hilltop, but...