Fog

I walk through fog, with a smile on my face.
But the truth is, I’m confused.
My bright imagination is diffused.
I walk through fog, scared.

Wanting to tell him everything..
But, I’m so unprepared.
I sleep under a tree
On a foggy night

When I awake, I feel right.
Then I shout:My Lord, my Lord! My dreams!
They were peaceful!They were of him!You know this, right?

What a beautiful sight..
Everything seems clear now.
I have nothing to fear.
Until the fog comes back again.

And it always does.
So lend me your hand.

I don’t want my landing
To be in fog.
Too late

Too late
The fog is moving in at a fast rate

Help….me.

Help….me,

Oh Lord.

Can’t you see

I need to get rid of this confusion.

This fear

I need my life

To be simply…Clear…

Ease my mind

Ease my soul

Clear the fog

Make me dream

It is done.