Wandering aimlessly through the fog
placed at each corner
awaiting each moment
it lingers
carrying onward with it
a steady gaze

Dare any to tear through
to the bitterness within
should it seek forth
forward or through
reverie be made
to believe

Why then should they
pray, tell, or fear
what would it even mean
should it end
or begin again
marking the time when
it all came to be again