Whatre You Looking Forward To - Poem
There are things ahead
but they look grey
Muted in silent faces, obscure city lines, unpaved landscapes
I can look ahead to a blurred vision
Clear sight being an unsteady hand waving through the fog
Yes there lyes ahead - me and my life
But it is bleek with no sure vision in my mind
Heart yearning for a definite ending
A defining moment of rest
A break of resistance, of going forward just to step, making progress to be consumed
I rather the fog swallow me
My blurred vision to be rested with bright idea of definite darkness
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