Stroll along the riverbank
With a cautious mind
You'll see the mist ahead
Till your eyesight goes blind

When society bares nothing but hate
Making you feel alone and unwanted
Your brain will begin to compensate
An easy way out or a harder way in
It is your will power that takes it on the chin
That keeps us present

Questioning your existence isn't recommended
But questioning your purpose is welcomed
Someone’s close by to speak
Lets pray
They know that a meaningful silence
Helps more than uncongenial words

The sun rises and gradually begins to kiss our skin
And the mist begins to fade into a vast nothingness
That silent presence is obliged and before you know
That mysterious someone was your own reflection
All along it was your own person that pulled you out of it
Dragging yourself away from uncertainty and towards
Content.

-Joshua L-m