Serenity calls like a beckoning,
Shelter from the oncoming storm.
Casting shadows, low light from the sun,
Avoiding the incoming reckoning.

Swallowed by the mists surrounding me,
Blinding the world I refused to see.
One step at a time as these changes collide,
All these steps into the blind side of life.

Rewrite the stories in our favor,
Turn the horrors into a heroic fable.
Change the memory of this century,
And chisel these words down into stone.

Tall tales and lullabies bringing down the night,
Star gazing and mesmerizing every last sight.
Wandering along and waiting for a show of light.
Dancing alone in the mists of the valley tonight.

Feeling so blind when it comes to reaching out,
Expressed in these steps of a path made of doubt.
Confusion is necessary at times when the load is heavy,
The only understanding is the choices of the route.

Looking far beyond the steps that lie ahead,
Where will your tracks lead to keep this machine fed?
Swimming through consciousness as thoughts collide,
Hazily wandering in the mists of the valley tonight.