In the fog ahead
I wait for me
knowing not when
nor who
will arrive
I step ahead
I step towards
I fall and falter
and remain in struggle
I learn
then forget
and pay in aching
then learn anew
With sometimes joy
from often suffering
I look ahead
I am there
waiting
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Is the fog a symbol of your expectations of what life has in store for you? Are you sometimes disappointed by the reality of life? Are you hoping to make sense to all of the madness life sometimes delivers? We learn so easily as we age that life is in constant flux. We are mentally traveling from one synapse to another in nano seconds and our thoughts have a habit of changing. Perhaps waiting for someone to appear is another attempt to get clarity out of all the nonsense life throws at us from time to time.