The Fog

The fog is thickening.

The air becomes dense.

It doesn’t make sense.

I can’t see through

these misty eyes. Shadows

hide inside breaking

tides. Everything is blurry.

I can’t help but worry.

Hurry, we must leave

this place. Let’s run

through the fog – into

the unknown. A place

that isn’t shown. A place

we can call home. We

hold hands as we blindly

run into a vast future.

We don’t know what’s ahead.

There is no time to stop.

There is no time to wait.

We break through the fog

and face our uncertain fate.