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| The Mists July 9, 2001 The days go on forever Day after day Night after night Ever-unchanging I see my life fade into a haze I am drifting No meaning, no purpose, no goal In this misty in between of life I exist Childhood is past The teen years are fading But yet my life has not begun I am lost There is a great hole beside me And I am scared That one misstep in this eerie world And down I will fall Lose what is left of myself And never escape from these mists There is a vortex here A bottomless pit Hidden in the fog I feel the urgency inside of me The frantic panic to get out To find the sunlight again And to see it burn away this danger Before I stumble Fall to my knees And tip ever so slowly Headfirst Whirling terrifyingly into the emptiness I feel the panic creep up on me The dizziness starts in my head and works its way down through my legs I throw out a hand Steady myself and pull back I won�t let it happen I am stronger than the mists One step back, then two A strange shimmering starts at the edges of my consciousness I look up There, far in the distance A tiny crack in the gray and silver A single ray breaks through and shines down I take comfort in that stream of gold And take heart That soon the days will separate again And I will find myself. |