light mist and heavy clouds
it is fog that guides my way
rivers and mountains will remain
long after i am forgotten
for i erode too
sheltered in my quiet place
i think of myself
growing older, but more aware
i have done so much
i have done so little
i would give it all
to re-live one day
with you
late now, and night is deep and still
i think myself foolish
for even believing
you've taken notice
can you see through the fog?
am i left here to stumble?
blindly?
if that is my fate
i will not wear it well
i will erode
with the other forgotten
and dream of the time
when i was alive