Is knowing where you need be,
What you want,
How the taste should be;
But the day is flavored fog.
When you are hitchhiking your way
With baggage twice the size your heart.
All you want is a hand,
But you can’t see a foot forward.
You think of the beauty you’ve seen;
Was every path clear en route?
Was there an easy way to cross a river?
Were the snow capped peaks and hot springs not worth it?
Sprint through the fear.
Fantasy awaits across the fog.