Mists
I am frightened.
I am lost,
And can't seem to find my way.
Any way I turn
Seems to place me further away
From where I wanted to be.
My vision
Isn't crystal,
Isn't clear.
I look across the valley
And all I see are mists.
Mists that I created.
Mists that only I can
Make vanish -
If only I knew how.
If only I could see
What it is that I want.
What it is that you want.
And what will be there
When the mists finally clear.
Will you be gone?
Will I?