The fog blurred the vision of the ahead
Your headlights cannot shine beyond it's layer
The only choice left was to be led
Led, by the mist towards something greater
The path towards your clarity is not left unbothered and you begin to wonder why you're doing this in the first place
Alas, you continue
After countless moons of travelling, comforting scents tend to your nostrils
They define that you're soon to be arriving
Your journey will eventually come to an end.
While the branches crack under your soles, you can hear the rushing waters of your destiny being whispered to you through the wind.
Pushing pass the last leaves, you realize you had been walking in circles since the beginning.
A/N: a poem about how I get lost easily
