The paradox of life
is sometimes you need
to retreat into the fog
to get out of the murkiness
The mist has settled
to bring you clarity,
to dampen the noise
and deaden the opinions
standing like lonely
trees at the edge
of your path
The ability to see only haze,
a few metres ahead
forcing reliance on your internal
navigation, connecting
you back to yourself,
to the you, unencumbered
by the light and shade
of all who believe
they know your answers.
