should it lift,
Even then and yet...

I do not know.
even if the fog of our lives,
behind us,
is clarity the alternate course,
or is the fog
a tail of sorrows, missed chances,
that follows behind, the train
we missed, or couldn't board,
and thus tho behind us,
the fog is attached
in an un-detachable grasp,
and we are still
Blind
Sided.